Two Wrongs

It's coming on strong and I'm on my own
Two worlds and a colossal surface
The night expands as the freight train rolls
The eternal light is the distance I know
This fast freight is my home

River snake past east of Highway 99
The desert sun and vastness collide
Tall, trippy mountains, gold on every side
Here I wake to the stars and hear the railway lines
This is my dirt where the two worlds collide
This fast freight is my home

It's coming on strong
It's coming on strong

Fields of gold, still the freight train rolls on
Blood red moon, still the freight train rolls on
Within me a part of every vagabond
A shadow in history is an angel undone
Graffiti carved into the boxcar walls
Here I have no past, I'm just traveling through
This is my home, it's the life that I choose
As I ride, as I ride, as I ride

It's coming on strong
It's coming on strong
It's coming on strong
It's coming on strong