she wails…
wandering ‘cross america…
Decatur…Toledo…Pittsburgh…Pueblo…the Salton Sea…
she wails….

not knowing where to port…
station to station…
never slowing down…
desperately wanting home…

thought she’d come upon safety in Tuepelo….or was it Fayetteville…maybe Reno…
just ‘nother dream in the ‘merican night…
San Fransisco…New York…’lanta….nothing…nocturnal wishes never true…just sketches…

and we look for home…we look for home…we look….
wailing the whole time…
pretzels in a bar- car…over-priced concessions….
buy me a beer Joe…
tis my last dime…

she wails…
like lovers from past…
women i thought…i thought…
running-away in the thick of it….always an escape clause…

will this train ever find me a home…
amongst the blacks…latinos…Chinamen…old Irish cops on barstools…petty thieves…crazies…Jews and constant Catholics…
will this train ever find me a home….

she wails…
wandering ‘cross america…
Decatur…Toledo…Pittsburgh…Pueblo…the Salton Sea…
she wails…