On a Runaway Train

Written January 8, 2013 The morning blues in a lily on the pond Wake on the wrong side of the road Penniless pockets play the vagabond game Ride the tiger recently tamed On a long road to nowhere, horizon's stain All's my name sitting next to me Lie down with graceful angels deep in the snow Or on wet grass recently mowed I've grown accustomed to the scent of your mane Spelled chug-chuga-chug is my name Oh why do flowers never bloom in the snow? They never have a chance to grow No, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore The oaks and pines getting clearer Much to a land unafraid to spread its wings Listen to Woody Guthrie sing Bacon sizzles in the rain and sunshine reigns We've reached the line of no return Of the big rock candy mountain we will sing For the next week my phone won't ring