sitting next to this train on the track side admiring what i have completed it s my name and the name of another one that i have painted that i have laid out on the side of this metal beast on the side of this metal beast and it rolls on it moves from town to town it covers the same ground one day this train came back to me and my name it was still there but the names of the other ones have faded so i touched them up the best i could tried to make everything the way it was but paint won t stick to the side of a rusted train just like painting them in the rain and it rolls on it moves from town to town it covers the same ground this train came back a second time and my name it was still there yes it was just the same you know it had never changed and the names of the other ones were nowhere to be scene stripped away by time and the elements stripped away and it rolls on it moves from town to town it covers the same ground it covers the same damn ground walking up the track side with this flashlight in my hand