Six and a half hours into the West Virginia night
Half a mile from home and I was making pretty good time
I thought that I’d gone far enough
I couldn’t lose the trail
then I stepped through the door
And I still found a way to fail
I can’t start to count the things I said I’d never be
And I became them all the night you quit counting on me
And all the hard things that you said to my heart
Every one of them things rang true
But it was that one look at the end
That one look at the end (2x)
That ran it through
Now that the big gray owl above me
She starts again to wail
She says that moon has got so low tonight
That it’s polishing the rail
That mountain engine’s running about thirty years too
late
Once you hear it coming boy
It will not let you wait
I used to think that tomorrow was just out there
waiting for me
But now i wonder where tomorrow
I wonder where tomorrow
I wonder where tomorrow’s going to be
Tonight when i am rolling over the Earth’s most
lonesome ground
I will think of all the ways next time
I will try not to let you down
I thought that I’d live long enough
That the light would come shining through
Don’t this look like the dark (3x)
Don’t it look like the dark (3x)