Girl Who Never Saw A Mountain

On that train,
almost December,
steel wheels
'round and 'round.
A twister and her big sister,
Chicago, Sierra bound.
The girl who never saw a mountain.
'Cross the plains
like a range fire,
lakes like inland seas.
Freezing fields of powder.
Full moon flying through the trees.
REFRAIN (The girl...)
Up the grade
snow starts falling,
dieseling far from town.
On your way into tomorrow,
fondly you will recall...