Believe Me

Where have you been
Have you been waiting for my car to roll in
Down the long drive where the gravel dust flies
In clouds, painted by my headlights

The a.m. dial wanders its way
Through right-wing anger and left wing certainty
Some old gospel station is broadcasting praise
From a dirty corner of the U.S.A

Believe me, believe me
I am a freight train climbing up a western range
Believe me, believe me
When I say I'm on my way

Darling I know, I'm prone to wander and walk this world alone
Get cleansed by the fire of my own device
But I'm getting tired

Believe me, believe me
I am a freight train climbing up a western range
Believe me, believe me
When I say, I'm on my way