"If you missed the train I'm on,
you will know that I am gone,
You can hear the wihistle blowing,
A hundred miles."
Perhaps Its because its my 2nd time. Perhaps however many times it may be. You will never get used to it.
I'm sitting here once again, typing a little, listening to songs a little, thinking alot. feeling what i could in what is one of my many last nights here.
"And if you take my hand my son,
All will be well when the day is done."
I only hope so man.
"Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two,
Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four,
Lord I'm five hundred miles away from home"
Come tomorrow, i will be 37 hundred miles away from home.
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