Leaving Town

Three steps forward and two steps back Fifteen miles down a railroad track Walking from misery in a no-good world A no good job and a no-good girl Leaving disgraced in other men’s eyes Troubled haven from my lonely cries Staring at rails while cursing my fate Flirting with memories to compensate Though, this journey I must despise I welcome the birth of a new sun rise I entered this flight from an agitated state Longing to sing hymns at heaven’s front gate For all the good that wealth would bring All gone now, in a faded dream Down this track my future may wait My mind and feet in a furious debate Which wins now, only God can tell How long I tread upon this rail What solitude I hope to find A few poultry acres enters my mind A cow for milk and fields for bread Maybe an old tractor under a rundown shed There are things this rail could bring One good wife would make me a king.