Pack what you need,
We leave tonight…
To hop the train,
You travel light.
The boxcar’s cold,
Wear thick jeans,
Hide your bills
Inside the seams.
Heed the whistle,
Don’t miss the ride,
Hang on tight,
Lay low to hide.
A one way ticket,
Destination: Roam.
The closest to heaven,
The farthest from home.
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