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Six and a half hours into the West Virginia night
Half a mile from home and I was making pretty good time
Thought that I'd gone far enough, I could lose the trail
Then I stepped through the door, I still found the way to fail
I can't start to count the things I said I'd never be
I became them all the night you quit counting on me
And all the hard things that you said to my heart, every one of them things was true
It was the one look at the end One look at the end
One look at the end that ran it through
That big gray owl above me starts again to wail
Says the moon has got so low tonight, that it's polishing the rails
And that mountain engine's running about 30 years too late
Once you hear it coming, boy, it will not let you wait
I used to think that tomorrow was right there waiting for me
Now I wonder where tomorrow Wonder where tomorrow
Wonder where tomorrow is gonna be
Tonight when I am rolling over the earth's most lonesome ground
I will think of all the ways next time I will try not to let you down
Thought that I'd live long enough, the light would come shining through
Don't this look like the dark Don't this look like the dark
Don't this look like the dark
Don't this look like the dark Don't this look like the dark
Don't this look like the dark