Boxcar Telegrams

Warm in this narrow car I lie
Spinnin' wheels move me further into night
Cold train is rollin' me along
Back to the old Queen, 3 times her weight in stone
And I don't want to go

Back to my city bed to lie
Through window square watching bodies speeding by
To the poet stirring rackets in my mind
Where days empty into winter whiskey nights
And I don't want to go, no I don't wanna go

So leave me in Yukon mountains to rest my hurried bones
Silver Springs wash the fuel of youth that drives me home
Cause I don't wanna go
No I don't wanna go
Home

Back far from BC timber lines
To inner voices and disapproving eyes
From a sea of summer backroad country miles
To a grave of unborn concrete piles
And I don't wanna go, no I don't wanna go

So leave me in Yukon mountains to rest my hurried bones
Silver Springs wash the fuel of youth that drives me home
Cause I don't wanna go
No I don't wanna go

The night comes black and forest falls to ash and stone
Over iron hills the train begins to slow and I am back once more,
Back where I belong
But I don't wanna go
Home