Where loved ones once called my name
the stillness of the air reminds me
they are gone--but I am the phantom

My blood runs rivers through my veins
but stops cold at my heart at a dam bigger than Coulee--old Woody would be proud

Turn my darkness to dawn and I'll roll down the Columbia singing your praises
'Roll on Columbia' and roll me away from here

Why am I still here? Hey Woody, let's hop a Union Pacific freight and head south along the Snake where the track slithers 'round the hills

You can rock me to sleep singing 'Rock of Ages'--the sound of the wheels on the rails will keep rhythm as I hide myself in thee

'My Country 'Tis of Thee' I moarn--she's orphaned me also and I seek another country that embraces freedom's flag of truth, 'This Land Is My Land'

Let's go Woody--on one last ride before sunset takes the light and all there is is the white smoke from the engines stingin' our eyes blind...