And distant memory :


Been here so long, sometimes I call it, "Home."
Your voice so sweet I think of honeycomb.
I'm happy in the sun or freezing rain.
But, sometimes, way off, I hear the trains.

I fought off dogs with just a bindlestick.
I curled under a pine, deathly sick.
I got places in me with nothin's left but pain.
But, sometimes, way off, I hear the trains.

I don't know why the rail's callin' me.
You make me all I want to be.
 Lost cigarettes, sad nights, the bottle insane
Still, sometimes, way off, I hear the trains.

The freedom of dirty fingernails
Go by the flip, follow heads or tails
Clothes from the Salvation Army store
Had nothing, never wanted more

Then I settled with your kiss and golden heart.
You saw something in me from the start.
A tired man afraid of tired again
Lord, sometimes, way off, I hear the trains.