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Mark Twain

(Michael Joy)
Michael Joy
Mark Twain

Mark Twain Mark Twain
is on this train
Slipping through the passageways
People seek him out to stand
In the light of his hair
All aboard or so they say
We packed away our yesterday
Nothing more to do but wave
Bound for a new life
Nameless in the coach night
Child that I was I could not save
Traveling on the outskirts of oblivion
Pushing ’cross the great divide
Heaven, Hell
And the empty sky
Strangers that I’ve seen
Move in my mind
Filled with dreams and little else
Oh the tales the porters tell
Vagabonds disgraced, defamed
Bound for a new life
left my sweetheart weeping
Just to be lost without a care
Traveling on the outskirts of oblivion
Mark Twain Mark Twain
Is on this train
Slipping through the passageways
People seek him out to stand
in the light of his hair
Wild land for a wild soul
Staring out a night window
Pray the wheels don’t fail to roll
Bound for a new life
I can hear it calling
Oh California come what may
traveling on the outskirts of oblivion