I met a cowboy, he was real
He sang songs about driving steel
On the railroad
We were ramblin'
I met a monk, his name was Mark
It'd been three months since he last talked
In California
We're on the way home
In the lounge car at 3 AM
We played Set with the colorblind man
He wore gray
He wore gray
They call it train fade, yes, they do
It happens when you run into
The same faces
The same people
I met a cowboy, he was real
I met a cowboy, he was real
I met a cowboy, he was real
And we were ramblin'
On my way home
