Outlands

I traveled the outlands down past the rainline
Traveled for months, I traveled a day
Saw someone shudder, saw someone mainline
Saw what I saw and I don't look away

Life's gifts may be hard to bear and carry
Eight miles of wide track from here to Perón
Eight flatcars filled with pictures contrary
Riding them on deep into the bone

Oh old night watchman, what do you follow
All you have seen with your eyes of cold steel
I may be travelling down lonesome hollow
There you will see me, there I will feel

Under the hillside, by river turning
Under the moonlight, something alert
I can recall it slow deep and burning
When morning comes it will sing like a bird

After the weather, after the moonlight
After the wars of gold and of glass
There's an old freight with the burden of sunlight
Riding on through these lands deep and fast

Life's gifts may be hard to bear and carry
Eight miles of wide track from here to Perón
Eight flatcars filled with pictures contrary
Riding them on deep into the bone



Credits
Writer(s): David Rosenbloom
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