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