These are the words that cry out of me in the night. 
Like a buffalo herd from a shotgun blast scattered in flight
I got a one track mind 
Going down a one train line 
Living on dreams half the time
Going west

I gotta pick up speed 
Just to get what I need 
The end of the line guaranteed 
Your love is my rest.

The coal catches fire and I'm down the wire in a flash 
That big old smoksack is belching out black smoke and ash 
So sad to think of 
Hurting the one you love 
But surely that's what leaving does 
You'd know best.

I gotta pick up speed 
Just to get what I need 
The end of the line guaranteed 
Your love is my rest.

I stand in the land of Custer's last stand and I grin 
So this is where old yellow-hair's ghost-dance begins 
I got the blood on my hands 
Can't even live where I stand 
I'm just a travelling man 
Cursed or blessed

I gotta pick up speed 
Just to get what I need 
The end of the line guaranteed 
Your love is my rest.