QuestnnI suppose the road I keep in my pocketnFor times like thesenEscape into the night nWith just my backpack on my backnAnd the keys to my heart on my sleevenHop on the train ride away across the USAnAnd find my dream nIt seems to get so darknSo lonely on these train tracksnTrain tracksnUntil I find younnCopyright 2007 Beau Phillipsn