I dressed up as a good man I
charmed with all my might
I made you my girlfriend,
Yea, we got ourselves a little place
A rolling iron boxcar that was tak
Yea I'm carrying a lot of postcards
Through the fields of rusty trainyards, 'til
the rails run out of miles
'Til they put me on the Westbound,
Your sound of being rebound and
the rails will trouble me
But her sound in the distance
running's always on my feet
Got her sound in the distance
running's always racing me
I passed some folks that never moved
though they're running every one
lines until my racing's done
Til they put me on Westbound,
Your sound of being rebound and
the rails will trouble me
But her sound's in the distance
running's always on my feet
Got her sound in the distance
And the sound of running's always