Arriving from An iron horse journey Of a westbound train My eyes and ears Are my mouth My hunger unrestrained My head last night Hung out the window While all behind me died The cool night air Whipped my face While all sleep left my eyes Emotion coming on to me Like a Leonard Cohen song My bags lie solemn Crushed and crumpled Piled in the corner Anxious to be Free again While I roam the quarter Arriving from An iron horse journey Of a westbound train I'm nowhere yet But I feel I'm back where I belong