(Richard Stekol)



John and Lucky saw me off

The whistle called the times

Just six days out to the coast

Just six days behind

But I've seen every state since then

And where my boys have gone

Is known to God and four strong winds

And I'm here all alone



Now ten long years have somehow passed

Since I've seen my hometown

And times I've spent upon those streets

And faint familiar sounds

Still whisper gently in my ear

And play upon my eyes

And I'll hold on to my memories

Till one by one they die



I can hear your passing trains

And I wonder what they see

And somewhere's out my window

Are the places I might be



Now I'm chasing down those pretty little boys

They wander through my mind

Maybe they'll remember me

When I work off my time



But I still belong to everyone

And if my sleep allows

Well then all those boys

Will dance tonight

With me and my old pals



But I'm running every single night

And every single days

Lord I've tried everything I know

To somehow find my way

Back to that one place in time

That fond memory endows

Me and my old pals