Lyrics

There's not many sounds as wild and lonesome
As a far-away train in the night
They used to carry my young mind with them off down the line
And I'd shiver to think of the distance
And some nights I'd walk out past the lights
To gape at the stars and hear the highway whine

I followed that high lonesome sound
Been down some good roads and I've known some good friends
After all that travelin' round
Here I am high and lonesome again

The songs of the open country
And the words of the traveling men
Drew my young eyes away toward the horizon
They said a heart that always runs free
Will never find rest but within
The fleeting space between voices harmonizing

Hank's playing on lousy speakers
And every word that he sings is true
Tonight it's just him and me, this storm, this stupor
This hotel room, and these thoughts of you

I don't know if I'm tired of always running
Or just tired of always getting away
I keep blowing through with nothing that I can call mine
But there's something kindred and healing
In the sound of a loon on the lake
Or the cold whistle of the wind as it runs through the pines