Have you ever sat
by the railroad track
and watched the empties comin' back?
Swinging alone with a groan and a whine,
smoke strung out in a long gray line,
puffed from a panting engine's stack,
just the empties comin' back.
I have and to me they seem
like dreams I sometimes dream.
About a girl or money or fame,
my dreams have all returned the same,
swingin along the home bound track,
just the empties comin' back.
- Anon
