One Last Whistle Stop
When does my train leave beneath this phantom sky
How long till I pull into another town where I'm a ghost again
Riding over monster hillsides and crossing dead rivers
Painted into an American frontier cold and windswept
Woke up to days of dazzling sunrises
Slept under the coldest steel bridges
Listening for the rythm of the wheels to sing me a new song
Guide me to a new vision
Pour down on me like rain
Just another whistle stop on my way to some kind of peace
Copyright © Jeffrey Bovee | Year Posted 2013
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