As tough as steel underneath wheels on train tracks that wind back and wander out to what the great unknown reveals
I Hang my hat on the next nail I find
unroll my bedroll under the pines
Sleep with one eye open and never miss knowing that love has a price
So don't miss me when I'm gone, roll that dirt over me and I'll be moving on
Who knows I might find I wake up alive in 1885
in the springtime, late afternoon, in some dusty Kansas saloon
I flew with eagles leaving Leavenworth
I sailed across the canyons in a silver thunderbird
I pushed some ponies rocket fast down Route 66 and it was heaven hanging on a stick
Don't miss me when I'm gone, roll that dirt over me and ill be moving on
Who knows I might find I wake up alive
in 1969, in an airstream, from a transistor radio dream, shaking moon dust off my feet
So Don't miss me when I'm gone roll that dirt over me and ill be moving on
Who knows I might find I wake up alive in 2093, on a starship, breathing air that's sparkling iridescent purple blue and green, and find you there waiting on me
