Two Wrongs

It's coming on strong
 And I'm on my own
 Two wrongs and a colossus of roads
 The night' expanse
 As the freight train rolls
 The eternal hour, is the distance I know
 This fast freedom is my home
 Rivers snake past
 East of highway 99
 The desert sun, and vastness collide.
 Tehachapi Mountains; gold on every side
 Here I wake to the stars and to the railway lines
 This is my debt
 Where the two worlds collide
 This fast freedom is my home
 Its coming on strong
 Its coming on strong
 Fields of corn
 Still the freight train rolls on
 Blood red moon
 Still the freight train rolls on
 Within me a part
 Of every vagabond (forgone)
 A shadow in hist'ry is an angel undone
 Graffiti carved into the box cab walls
 Here I have no past, I'm just travelling through
 This is my home
 Its the life that I choose
 As I ride, as I ride, as I ride
 Its coming on strong
 Its coming on strong
 Its coming on strong
 Its coming on strong
 Free me
 Free me
 Free me
 Free me
 Free me