I'm looking at a funeral wagon rolling down A two-lane highway winding past a desert town A big blue canvas painted by the Master's hand The shifting clouds above and endless miles of sand In that mirror maybe that's what's left of me Wheezing like a freight train hauling sixty tons of steel Air 'em out's the best release and get some rest Carrie don't wait up for me the brakeman's going West
In this room all alone I dream of you In this drawer I found someone I never knew
Now I pop a top and stay up late with Gideon And fall asleep to visions of Meridian I've seen dusty beaten delta boys cutting heads A black face carney showman scare a song to death In my short life I've seen as much as most men need Now I'm just looking for some cleaner air to breathe
Far away, far away So many years, so many days All along this broken land I've seen a lover's empty arms And hunger's empty hand
