Kicking Through the Cinders

Guess it's me who was always at the side
 Of faded photos on the walls on all the hallways of your mind
 Guess it's me who had the wanderlust
 Who had to take so long to try convince you I was worthy of your trust
 Guess it's me who was trying to flag a ride
 Who you never saw or did not want to 'cos the sun was in your eyes
 Guess it's me who became a running joke
 Retelling stories of the past and living fast on dreams and train smoke
 And I'm kicking through
 Yeah I'm kicking through the cinders
 Somewhere out on the edge of your heart
 And I'm waiting on the train to take me
 Down home once again so I can
 Find my way back to the start
 Guess it's me who never had nothing to show
 But hands full of bootleg dollar bills and contacts in the Sangre de Cristos
 Guess it's me who always had to know
 What lay beyond the hills in the magic country where the passing trains go
 Guess it's me who can't take the life no more
 Of campfires on moonlit nights and rain and wind and thriftstore troubadours
 Guess it's me who looks a hundred years old now
 Who's trying to find his girl though all he thinks is who's kissing her now
 And I'm kicking through
 Yeah I'm kicking through the cinders
 Somewhere out on the edge of your heart
 And I'm waiting on the train to take me
 Down home once again so I can
 Find my way back to the start
 And I'm kicking through
 Yeah I'm kicking through the cinders
 Somewhere out on the edge of your heart
 And I'm waiting on the train to take me
 Down home once again so I can
 Find my way back to the start