Photo 2012 by Christian Garbers (@skubo) ; License: CC-BY-ND
I seek salvation,
At the end of a railroad track,
With an old blind dog,
And a beat up hobo pack.I don’t know where the railroad will take me,
I haven’t the slightest clue,
I only hope that I can see,
The truth beneath the lie.The railroad track is long,
With lots of hills and valleys,
But I press on while singing a song,
About my life and my mistakes.I never know if I will find,
A way to erase my sin,
Or a way to ease my mind,
And allow me to take a rest.I just keep on walking slow,
With a song on my lips,
And my old blind dog in tow,
Searching for myself along life’s worn out track.I seek salvation,
At the end of a railroad track,
With an old blind dog,
And a beat up hobo pack.