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.