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 oh no 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 now the world we re living in is golden gilded with every lie we lived through back from the war early christmas morning not 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 oh no 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