Utah Phillips
I can hear the whistle blowing
High and lonesome as can be
Tonight the rain is softly falling
And it's falling just for me
Looking back across the road I've traveled
The miles can tell a million tales
Each year is like some rolling freight train
It's cold as starlight on the rails
I think about my home and family
My house and all the things it means
The black smoke trailing out behind me
Is like a string of broken dreams
Now if you live out on the highway
You're like some clock that can't tell time
And if you spend your life just rambling
You're like a song without a rhyme
