It's a long way from Salt Lake to Denver,
Bumming the D&RG;
The moonlight catches the river below
And lights up the rocks and the trees.
You follow the wide Colorado
Till it narrows down into a stream,
The train whistle playing a slow lullaby,
And you're rolling along in a dream.
Rock me to sleep on your bosom;
Hold me close to your breast;
Don't leave me alone on these cold city streets,
But find me a track headed West;
I'm tired of your big operators,
I'm tired of your music machine;
I'm tired of playing for nickels and dimes
And the times are always so lean.
It's a long way from noplace to somewhere,
Bumming all the good years away;
Tonight I'm feeling so lonesome and cold,
Maybe I'll find it someday.