Metal tracks and westbound trainsIt's cold in my bones, it's getting to my brainAnd I'm a million miles from yesterdayI wake up each morning, each morning's the sameMetal tracks and westbound trainsDandelions and fresh sunflowersThe moon's coming out, the engine grows louderAnd I'm not running from a thingBut running towards a plain or a fact that I belong byDandelions and fresh sunflowersAnd somewhere between Kansas and coalThe Colorado snows don't care anymoreLong as I'm getting where I goAnd I'm from Mississippi where nobody misses meSo I'm traveling onSo tonight I'll call this train my homeHeart made of stone and eyes made of glassWhen I'm riding these rails I'm chasing my pastAnd I once had a lover and good God I loved herBut she was gone too fastWith a heart made of stone and eyes made of glassAnd somewhere between Salt Lake and Red FrayTonight home there soon I'll be done with snowflakesI'm still just traveling onAn empty bottle of whiskeyCuts through like Miskey but it keeps me warmSo tonight I'll call this whiskey homeOh and I like to think that I'm just a traveling soulWhen the music plays I like to have a spot at his showBut for now I'm sitting between two tanks of oilWriting a song to pass the time following these roadsAnd Lord I knowPlease don't leave me lostI will followOne day I will come homeBut when I finally reach the west coastMaybe then I'll just float and stay for a whileMaybe I'll get back on the lineCause for a man like me, I need room to breatheBeing on my own is where I feel freeSo I'll decide when I get where I'm goingI'll decide when I get where I'm going