Somewhere Between

Metal tracks and westbound trains This cold in my bones is gettin' to my brain And I'm a million miles from yesterday I wake up each morning, each morning's the same Metal tracks and westbound trains Dandelions and fresh sunflowers The moon's coming out, the engine grows louder And I'm not running from a thing but running towards the plain Hard fact that I belong by Dandelions and fresh sunflowers I'm somewhere between Kansas and coal And Colorado snow, don't care anymore 'Long as I'm gettin' where I go And I'm from Mississippi, where nobody missed me, so I'm travelin' on So tonight I'll call this train my home Heart made of stone and eyes made of glass When I'm riding these rails, I'm chasing my past And I once had a lover and, good God, I loved her, but she was gone too fast With a heart made of stone and eyes made of glass I'm somewhere between Salt Lake and red freights And I hope that soon I'll be done with snowflakes I'm still just travelin' on An empty bottle of whiskey cuts through like mesquite, but it keeps me warm So tonight I'll call this whiskey home Oh, and I like to think that I'm just a travelin' soul When the music plays, I'd like to have a spot at his show But for now, I'm sittin' between two tanks of oil Writin' this song to pass the time, followin' these roads And Lord, I know Please don't leave me alone I will follow One day I will come home When I finally reach the West Coast Maybe then I'll just float and stay for a while Maybe I'll get back on the line 'Cause for a man like me, I need room to breathe Being on my own is where I feel free So I'll decide when I get where I'm goin'