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