Spokane & Poughkeepsie

I lost the train somewhere between
Spokane and Poughkeepsie somehow
I found my way after all anyway
Like a hound a duck or myself right after one long
Hard look all around the house for a single
Goddamn vanity mirror in
Each one of about a thousand nine rooms
So you couldn't really blame me for being as late as I was
But I finally found it
On the wall of a room with no door and four or five windows
Sometime after it occurred to me that I should
Come in through the garden

There's more than enough ways out and back but

Everyone seems to agree
We're in line and we're waiting
And when we get there everything'll feel so complete
But waiting around never got me where I'm going
And everyone seems to believe
With insistence they'll finally find

Not the train itself rather everything that you could
Ever hope to find lying on it
Car after car never rearranged
From caboose to destination
From where I'm standing to you
Whether or not the track splits in two
Or that's not where you're going
I promise you'll get there in style
Like your mother in-law's Mercedes Benz or
Rick Van Shaw's blue Chelsea boot

Everyone seems to agree
We're in line and we're waiting
And when we get there everything'll feel so complete
But waiting around never got me where I'm going
Everyone seems to believe
Their time's coming their patience is their virtue
But everyone seems to agree
With insistence they'll find pleasure

I think it was after we crossed the Chesapeake
Right north the deltas and any other city you've heard of
When I heard a shout and, curious,
Walked through the bar which was something else
Like an old west saloon in New Carolina
With a bar keep who's got the pours
Your granddad asks twice for
Shouting in the smoky din like the conductor
Wherever he is, god bless him