Moving On

Moving On

Hear the train breathing low
Easing out in the mercury glow
Destination still unknown
Moving on

Just a rider, hollow-eyed
Heading straight into the open night
Counting hours and holding tight
Moving on

As a kid I’d walk these tracks,
Pocket rocks, circle back
Watch the hobos from afar
Drink and listen for the rumble of the boxcars

The kid beside me reeks of weed
There’s a bottle tucked under my seat
There’s no denying the things we need
Moving on

We wind our way across the South
My windowpane is dripping now
Misty sunrise, steam and clouds
Moving on

As a kid I’d walk these tracks
Stumble down, shoes all black
Dream of riding wide and far
Sit and listen for the rumble of the boxcars

Moving on, once again
Counting miles from the places I’ve been
To a world that draws me in
I’m moving on …