Phoebe Snow

I saw her name on the side of a train

Somewhere a long time ago

I don't know who she was but I gave my love

To someone called Phoebe Snow

Like a bird on the wing I hear a voice sing

As over the prairies I roll

But I'd give my life to spend one more night

In the arms of my own Phoebe Snow

I climbed on board through a wide open door

Just as she started to roll

And I rode so light through the warm summer night

In the arms of my own Phoebe Snow

Like a bird on the wing I hear a voice sing

As over the prairies I roll

But I'd give my life to spend one more night

In the arms of my own Phoebe Snow

I've spent many a night around the fire

In a circle of stone silent men

And heard the sagebrush whistle and pop

And the coffee boil up in the can

And the bottoms were filled with a cool river wind

The treetops chasing the moon

And I knew without asking to take my guitar

And play up some slow gentle tune

Well I played up a face I used to know

And the song was the sound of a name

And I knew without looking that every man there

Was each of them feeling the same

Then I played up some hands so pale and small

With a touch just as light as the rain

And I knew without looking that every man there

Was each of them feeling the same

Then I played up the booze and the holes in the shoes

Of a man whose life is a cage

And all the things done to make a man run

The hard luck, the failures of age

Then I stopped with a crash and we looked into the ash

Helpless with longing and rage

Now a traveling life might seem all right

A life without worry or care

You're always up and you're always out

You're always going somewhere

But I tell you my friends it's not where you are

But your reason for being there

Then I awoke as the day broke

And I gazed out over the plains