Metal tracks and westbound trains
It's cold in my bones, it's getting to my brain
And I'm a million miles from yesterday
I wake up each morning, each morning's the same
Metal tracks and westbound trains
Dandelions and fresh sunflowers
The moon's coming out, the engine grows louder
And I'm not running from a thing
But running towards a plain or a fact that I belong by
Dandelions and fresh sunflowers
And somewhere between Kansas and coal
The Colorado snows don't care anymore
Long as I'm getting where I go
And I'm from Mississippi where nobody misses me
So I'm traveling on
So tonight I'll call this train my home
Heart made of stone and eyes made of glass
When I'm riding these rails I'm chasing my past
And I once had a lover and good God I loved her
But she was gone too fast
With a heart made of stone and eyes made of glass
And somewhere between Salt Lake and Red Fray
Tonight home there soon I'll be done with snowflakes
I'm still just traveling on
An empty bottle of whiskey
Cuts through like Miskey but it keeps me warm
So tonight I'll call this whiskey home
Oh and I like to think that I'm just a traveling soul
When the music plays I like to have a spot at his show
But for now I'm sitting between two tanks of oil
Writing a song to pass the time following these roads
And Lord I know
Please don't leave me lost
I will follow
One day I will come home
But when I finally reach the west coast
Maybe then I'll just float and stay for a while
Maybe I'll get back on the line
Cause for a man like me, I need room to breathe
Being on my own is where I feel free
So I'll decide when I get where I'm going
I'll decide when I get where I'm going