Out There

Listening out my second floor window, I hear the distant harmonies of a freight train This train carries more than just coal and steel It carries the mystery, the unknown, that elusive sense of going nowhere, just going I want to be on that train, I think to myself I want to see the great, be the world and fill my glass with its sweet waters Sitting up here looking out, I sigh. My daydream rumbles on down the tracks, carrying my soul but leaving me behind Grand visions of the extraordinary do not fill my head when I dream No, I dream of earthly things; emotions, experiences, people - things I can touch, things I can taste I wish to be there, in that other place, in that other world that I know exists out there somewhere Some people say that it will find you, but that's untrue You gotta go out there and find it yourself or you'll never get anywhere