These are the words that cry out of me in the night. Like a buffalo herd from a shotgun blast scattered in flight I got a one track mind Going down a one train line Living on dreams half the time Going west I gotta pick up speed Just to get what I need The end of the line guaranteed Your love is my rest. The coal catches fire and I'm down the wire in a flash That big old smoksack is belching out black smoke and ash So sad to think of Hurting the one you love But surely that's what leaving does You'd know best. I gotta pick up speed Just to get what I need The end of the line guaranteed Your love is my rest. I stand in the land of Custer's last stand and I grin So this is where old yellow-hair's ghost-dance begins I got the blood on my hands Can't even live where I stand I'm just a travelling man Cursed or blessed I gotta pick up speed Just to get what I need The end of the line guaranteed Your love is my rest.