Zachariah’z stealin’ a ride down the train-tracks of life
in an empty ole’ boxcar.
Feelin’ like he dropped a few things along the way.
Guess things are bound to fall off
in that bumpy ole’ ride.
Just never figured it’d feel like there were so so many
missed opportunities.
There’s a scratching and a screeching
as the train makes another stop
in a dried up po’ Western town.
Wonder how long this one’ll be,
or if there’s time to hop off, look around,
and kick up some dust fo’ a change.