six and a half hours into the west virginia night 

half a mile from home and i was makin' pretty good time 

thought that i'd gone far enough i couldn't lose the trail 

and i stepped through the door i still found the way to fail 

i can't start to count the things i said i'd never be 

but i became them all the night you quit countin' on me 

and all the harder things that you said to my heart 

everyone of them things was true but 

that one look at the end 

that one look at the end 

was what ran it through 

the big gray owl above me starts again to wail 

says that moon has got so low tonight that it's polishin' the rail 

now that mountain engine's runnin' about thirty years too late 

once you hear it comin' boy it will not let you wait 

i used to think that tomorrow was just out there waitin' for me 

now i wonder where tomorrow 

i wonder where tomorrow 

i wonder where tomorrow's going to be 

tonight when i am rolling over the earth's most lonesome ground 

i will think of all the ways next time i will try not to let you down 

i thought that i'd live long enough 

that the light would come shining through 

don't this look like the dark (x5)