These are the words that cry out of me in the night.

Like a buffalo herd from a shotgun blast scattered in flight

I got a one track mind

Going down a one train line

Living on dreams half the time

Going west



I gotta pick up speed

Just to get what I need

The end of the line guaranteed

Your love is my rest.



The coal catches fire and I'm down the wire in a flash

That big old smoksack is belching out black smoke and ash

So sad to think of

Hurting the one you love

But surely that's what leaving does

You'd know best.



I gotta pick up speed

Just to get what I need

The end of the line guaranteed

Your love is my rest.



I stand in the land of Custer's last stand and I grin

So this is where old yellow-hair's ghost-dance begins

I got the blood on my hands

Can't even live where I stand

I'm just a travelling man

Cursed or blessed



I gotta pick up speed

Just to get what I need

The end of the line guaranteed

Your love is my rest.