by Timothy Reaves

Created on: January 28, 2010

VERSE 1

Everyday I sit alone with my little view.

Nothin here so far from home but endless skies blue.

Cotton fields are gettin high...it must be past noon.

To a town I'm drawing nigh for my sordid boon.

CHORUS

All day long

Just sittin here

Round and round the clock.

Oh where am I going?

Where have I been?

I bought the ticket.

I took a ride.

VERSE2

Slowin down, the dusty air gets in my eyes.

Brakes are grinding, whistle blares,

The ride gives a sigh.

Over yonder picks away a man with such strife,

Looks at me as if to say "I'm tired of this life."

repeat CHORUS

OUTRO

Movin along without wondering where

For oh so long.

Now I know that simply won't do.

That simply won't do.

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