Baton the hatches these roving souls These cracks in my face my grey hair bold These old sea stained eyes, these pipe soaked teeth All a portrait of a man whose name is grief I've heard the beauty of a seagulls screech With the promise of land just out of reach Cast far away by this wandering shoal Just recked by the fragrance of times of old Just recked by the fragrance of times of old We will sing, of these roving hearts as we sail Captured by these stars We will dance in these boxcars of old Just two roving souls waiting for life to unfold I've seen the white caps from which you have come But the promise of freedom is not found In them I know the secrets of wondering free Just a boxcar and a nap-sack is all that I need It can be dangerous that's for sure Running from bulls in these Chicago yards But beauty unmatched is not out of reach Just a boxcar and a nap-sack is all that I need Just two rails below me and engine grease Just two rails below me and engine grease We will sing, of these roving hearts as we sail Captured by these stars We will dance in these boxcars of old Just two roving souls waiting for life to unfold Well my old friend we can daydream all we want But when the whistle its sounds it commanding haunt We shall return from our wistful old tail Cause we're just two average Joes in this factory jail Just two average Joes in this factory hell Just two average Joes in this factory jail Just two average Joes in this factory hell We will sing, of these roving hearts as we sail Captured by these stars We will dance in these boxcars of old Just two roving souls waiting for life to unfold