I caught a Union Pacific headed westbound
howling at the moon
A blanket of stars and my guitar
that's when I wrote this tune

That "Midnight Express" will get you there
if ya haven't a worry, or reason to care
Headin' down the line, steady as she goes
it's like heavy metal rock and roll
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Rode it up an' down to Sacramento
when a railway man said, " Ya gotta go."
I heated up iron 'til the trail went cold
riding heavy metal rock and roll

Heavy metal, rock and roll
it shakes and it quakes ,  rattles my soul
I wasn't born on a train
but that's how I'll go
thanks to heavy metal's
rock and roll

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Now every time I hear a whistle blow
I think of "catchin' out" and wonder where it's goin'
Well, I may sing like some "country folks"
but, I love heavy metal & rock and roll

i was busting     songs out
as fast as i could flow
she was turning "tricks"
on the corner of the road

barely making rent with
the habits that we chose

but we don't fuss & we don't fight
[....and thats good}    

i was  broke and selling c.d's
from the back of my van
she was out *******
  with every guy in town

we were barely speaking
accept to explode

but we don't fuss & we don't fight
[ever since i said "i'm gone"} ("hit the road")

dark clouds are looming
hanging heavy 'round my head
your voice , it haunts me
still not sleeping in that bed

i'll paint you a love song
and hang it from the wall
hope you get the message
running through the halls

the air is turning chill here
you can feel it in your bones
there's no more confusion about
which way the wind blows

everything is changing color and
starting to thin
this time , how far you end up,
won't depend on where you began   .

It starts with a chill in the morning,
                                         Every Morning,
                           [after nights cold and wet]
                         when the light is there
                      but still  and chilly . .


Then,            as     10 - noon      approaches
                     it quickly gets hot…


           …  In the shadows of the mountain though,
                          where the sun is out of reach,
              that’s when   bones
                                                           ­    grow old again .

everyday my mind wonders why ?
the sun lifts a head
      wind breathes in bones
               new seasons arise
morning is born with the death of night
my soul cries songs naked from mountain tops
     a secret sight
               a spirit alive
[a past drifting in too many tears to loose]
ghosting times far beyond try to...
understand the small bits of truth
     quietly
          seeping
               through
                              .