Lone Freighter's Wail

I am the lone freighter’s wail
echoing on my way
I wail for the old man
alone on the porch
looking back on
what is no more
yonder a tombstone
in the shade of a tree
wild flowers for
company
chorus...
I wail through the steeple
where the brass bell waits
along the river
carving it’s way
I wail through the junction
where nobody lives
over and under
inside the low wind
I wail for the drifter
who is like me
no direction
or sure place to be
chorus...