Guess it’s me who was always at the side
Of faded photos on the walls on all the hallways of your mind
Guess it’s me who had the wanderlust
Who had to take so long to try convince you I was worthy of your trust
Guess it’s me who was trying to flag a ride
Who you never saw or did not want to ‘cos the sun was in your eyes
Guess it’s me who became a running joke
Retelling stories of the past and living fast on dreams and train smoke

And I’m kicking through
Yeah I’m kicking through the cinders
Somewhere out on the edge of your heart
And I’m waiting on the train to take me
Down home once again so I can
Find my way back to the start

Guess it’s me who never had nothing to show
But hands full of bootleg dollar bills and contacts in the Sangre de Cristos
Guess it’s me who always had to know
What lay beyond the hills in the magic country where the passing trains go
Guess it’s me who can’t take the life no more
Of campfires on moonlit nights and rain and wind and thriftstore troubadours
Guess it’s me who looks a hundred years old now
Who’s trying to find his girl though all he thinks is who’s kissing her now

And I’m kicking through
Yeah I’m kicking through the cinders
Somewhere out on the edge of your heart
And I’m waiting on the train to take me
Down home once again so I can
Find my way back to the start

And I’m kicking through
Yeah I’m kicking through the cinders
Somewhere out on the edge of your heart
And I’m waiting on the train to take me
Down home once again so I can
Find my way back to the start