Long Gone Lonesome

The wind is pushing empty cars,
Across the dry and barren land.
I walk without the guiding stars,
With nothing left inside my hand.

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That long-gone sorrow from the deep,
It laid to rest beneath the clay.
But now it wakes me from my sleep,
And grips my mind to make me pay.


The midnight flyer thunders past,
And leaves a cloud of smoke behind.
My weary name will never last,
Just blowing dust for them to find.

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That long-gone sorrow from the deep,
It laid to rest beneath the clay.
But now it wakes me from my sleep,
And grips my mind to make me pay.


Down where the tracks fade in the black,
I laid my heavy burden down.
I never plan on going back,
To wander through the silent ground.



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That long-gone sorrow from the deep,
It laid to rest beneath the clay.
But now it wakes me from my sleep,
And grips my mind to make me pay.


Just a whistle tearing through the fog...
Just a whistle...