This old man lay frozen on the cold, cold ground
Playin' the odds from a rollin' box car
He was a stray bird and the road was his callin'
Drifters and rounders and little distant friends
She attended the funeral in the hobo jungle
Ridin' the rods, sleepin' under the stars
Ridin' the rods, sleepin' under the stars
Here I lie without anger or regret, I'm in no one's debt
Man goes nowhere, everything comes like tomorrow
But she took that last ride there by his side
He spent his whole life pursuing the horizon
In the fire went out and the night grew still
And although nobody here really knows where they're goin'
At the very same time nobody's lost
Long were they lovers though never could they wed
