Snake in the Gravel

When the railroad tracks run out Where will you be goin' boy Will you reach the edge of the woods When the Sheriff is around You're nowhere to be found The fire in your legs The wind in your face The echo in the trees The whisper through the leaves The dark horse is comin' A lonely mother grieves Ooh You never stand and face All the time you waste Combing through the mountainside To find the edge of grace Just then a calm comes over Your heart feels sober You need a place to rest Gotta run until the mornin' Gotta run until the morning' comes again