sitting next to this train on the track side

admiring what I have completed

it's my name and the name of another one

that I have painted that I have laid out

on the side of this metal beast

on the side of this metal beast and it rolls on

it moves from town to town 

it covers the same ground

one day this train came back to me

and my name it was still there

but the names of the other ones have faded

so I touched them up

the best i could

tried to make everything the way it was

but paint wont stick to the side of a rusted train

just like painting them in the rain and it rolls on

it moves from town to town

it covers the same ground

this train came back a second time

and my name it was still there

yes it was just the same

you know it had never changed

and the names of the other ones were nowhere to be scene

stripped away by time and the elements

stripped away and it rolls on

it moves from town to town it covers the same ground

it covers the same damn ground

walking up the track side

with this flashlight in my hand