On your back in a boxcar train
With a jug of wine in the pouring rain
Northward bound, San Francisco Bay

Santa Barbara Line up through Monterrey
Under the Bixby Canyon Bridge


Ride like the wind into the night
Black as a ghost raven in flight
It won't be long until you're gone


Into the fog born from the sea
Out on the road lost in a dream

It won't be long until you're gone
Fly free


Up all night popping benzedrine
With a burning mind and 47 keys
You shook the world so indefinitely

With you brilliant, beautiful insanity
All of us are forever changed


Go ride like the wind into the night
Black as a ghost raven in flight
It won't be long until you're gone


Into the fog born from the sea
Out on the road lost in a dream

It won't be long until you're gone
Fly free


What is a lonely road
If it doesn't lead you home?
Just into the unknown


On your back in a boxcar train
With a jug of wine in the pouring rain