six and a half hours into the west virginia night half a mile from home and i was making pretty good time i thought that i d gone far enough i couldn t lose the trail then i stepped through the door i still found a way to fail now i can t start to count the things i said i d never be but i became them all the night you quit countin on me and all the hard things that you said to my heart everyone of them things was true but it was that one look at the end that one look at the end that one look at the end that ran it through that big gray owl above me starts again to wail says that moon has got so low tonight that it s polishing the rail now that mountain engine s runnin about thirty years too late once you hear it comin boy it will not let you wait i used to think that tomorrow was just out there waiting for me but now i wonder where tomorrow i wonder where tomorrow i wonder where tomorrow is gonna be tonight when i am rolling over the earth s most lonesome ground i will think of all the ways next time i will try not to let you down i thought that i d live long enough that the light would come shining through but don t this look like the dark don t this look like the dark don t this look like the dark don t this look like the dark don t this look like the dark don t this look like the dark don t this look like the dark 