Jul 31, 2011

The Vagrant

The locomotive goes chug-chug-chug, and Ma, I'm going home. Once upon a time we lived like kings of the golden land. Now the West is but a dream that stretches on and out of sight, and this train that carries me has no idea where it's going or where that is. Strawchewer in the setting sun, riding East to West and West to East, dusty vagrant of the world. All that coming and going, going and coming. All that endless searching. So chug-chug-chug the locomotive goes, but I'm coming home, Ma, I'm a-coming back home.

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