We stand at the station
We buckle our shoes
With heavyset shoulders
We sing the gunny sack blues
Watching for a light
Listenin' for a whistle
I'm wetting my pen
For my final epistle
Horses at the trough
Neigh in the heat
The gravel and sand dance
around my blistered feet
I'm just one of many
Waiting for my train
Gettin' ready to ride
And cut loose of the pain
Everyone's a watcher
Staring down the tracks
Carrying the weight
Of a billion mule packs
But the train don't go sideways
The train rolls straight
Cuttin' like a hot knife
Through sadness and hate
It comes for me
And it comes for you
When my train comes in
I'll know what to do
