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
Writer/s: Delaney Doucha Barber
