Two Wrongs

It's coming on strong And I'm on my own Two wrongs and a colossus of roads The night' expanse As the freight train rolls The eternal hour, is the distance I know This fast freedom is my home Rivers snake past East of highway 99 The desert sun, and vastness collide. Tehachapi Mountains; gold on every side Here I wake to the stars and to the railway lines This is my debt Where the two worlds collide This fast freedom is my home Its coming on strong Its coming on strong Fields of corn Still the freight train rolls on Blood red moon Still the freight train rolls on Within me a part Of every vagabond (forgone) A shadow in hist'ry is an angel undone Graffiti carved into the box cab walls Here I have no past, I'm just travelling through This is my home Its the life that I choose As I ride, as I ride, as I ride Its coming on strong Its coming on strong Its coming on strong Its coming on strong Free me Free me Free me Free me Free me