Ride that train, from east to west
Lay that track, from went to east.
Over mountains, over valleys, over hillsides, through the canyons.
Westward, it's destiny, small price to pay for the gift of greed,
Like a drifter on my seventh sea, the price of loss is everything.
The merry weather didn't last too long, but this pickaxe keeps singing
And as the others keep hacking along, the ground provides the rhythm
Westward, it's destiny, break for the night for some quiet and peace,
Taking orders, from an Irish beast, but the mountain is boss, cheat him, you'll see.
released December 5, 2012
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