Westward!

The boxcar dragged behind the engine,

Along with 37 cars just like it,

in the center of the chain.

Inside the boxcar, a sleepin' billy dreamed

about the sunshine of california, Forest lands

of oregon and washington, to which

His end would come, he did not know.

Westward was his destination, all directions

that way held his spirits high and bold.

In between the stacks of cargo, sleeping billy's

heartbeat followed the racket of the tracks

beneathe those iron wheels.

Running from the cold of the east land,

He began his trek so long ago, first in his head,

then on his feet, then stowed away to speed it up,

Billy had a dream of sunny beaches, funny babes

and running freely from the darkness of the east

at sunset, when he'd seen the demons released,

Clack-Clack-Clack, Trains, he knew, ne'er looked back,

He dreamed the face of terror on a pretty young lass'

Face, stalled so wrongly on the tracks that ne'er look back.

As the train derailed so violent, billy's dreams turned shades

of Violet, as the cargo crushed his resting body, he let out

a breath of relief,and no more sunsets did he see.