RUNAWAY TRAIN

MY DAYS ARE FILLED WITH STRAINS, PAINS AND RUNAWAY TRAINS,TRAVELING THROUGH SO MANY PLACES I HAVE FORGOTTEN THE NAMES.SLEEPING IN CARS,DRINKING IN BARS, TOASTING WITH BEAUTIFUL WOMEN AND PUFFING CIGARS.I'M HANGING MY HAT IN THESE PLACES I CALL HOME,IM SHINNING MY SHOES BEFORE I'M READY TO ROAM. A GYPSY TORNADO BLOWING THROUGH TOWNS,SLEEPING IN CEMETERIES TO BURY MY FROWNS.CIRCUS LIFE FILLED WITH FOUR WAY LANES ,TO MANY FACES TO REMEMBER THE NAMES .A TINY SUITCASE,A DIRTY OLD HAT ,THE MODEST OF LIVING JUST THE CLOTHES ON MY BACK ,MY STAY WILL BE BRIEF NO NEED TO UNPACK IF I MISS THE RUNAWAY TRAIN I JUST FOLLOW THE TRACKS.A NEW DAY BEGINS WITH MY THUMB IN THE WIND ,EIGHTY PROOF IN PALM TO ATONE FOR LAST NIGHTS SIN.DRAWING MAPS IN THE SAND OF THE NEXT PLACE I'LL LAND ,KEEPING MY FREEDOM IN THE PALM OF MY HAND.WELCOME HOME FROM YOUR ROAM OH MY HOW YOU'VE GROWN BUT THE YEARS OF THIS SADNESS ON YOUR FACE IT HAS SHOWN.I BARELY RECOGNIZE THIS MAN WHO STANDS BEFORE ME TODAY,IT'S SOMETHING IN YOUR EYES SUCH A SULLEN MALAISE.A FACE THAT ONCE HELD PROMISE NOW COVERED IN PAIN AS HE WAITS IN THE RAIN FOR THE RUNAWAY TRAIN ..