i hear a train whistle blowing /
and it's in key with my song /
all the way on the wrong side of Reno / where my toughest friends are from / every broken bone and every blue black eye in the stories of ass beatings that you've earned /
you told me about how more than half were deserved /
something sank into that bleeding skull / a certain kind of wisdom and a humble soul /
it keeps me searching no matter how many miles left until we get back home /
you've been quite a traveling companion / I hate to see you go
ow the world we're living in is Golden /
gilded with every lie we lived through / back from the war early Christmas morning /
ot even a ghost could keep him sober for you
every broken bone and every blue black eye in the stories of ass beatings that you returned /
you told me about how more than half were deserved
/ something sank into that bleeding skull /
a certain kind of wisdom and a humble soul /
it keeps me searching no matter how many miles left until we get back home /
you've been quite a traveling companion /
I hate to see you go