theres a cold wind comin in from the northern atlantic
and my fingers are frozen right down to the bone
the snow fallin down’s gunna pierce my poor body
and im ten thousand miles from any place i’d call home
i’ve been down this road so many times over
and i know before long i’ll walk down it again
my memories are fragmants of dust all around me
like cinders kicked up by a fast rolliing train
i wish to my soul that i could just kiss you
but its so many miles till i fall in your arms
and i’d lay down my burdens and head back to white river
if this road didnt lead to just where you are
VERMONT!
keepin’ it real with fishing, 100 spots, suburu hitchhiking, and a good amount of true american heroes
white river station
burlington yard
thank you, new england central.
swing low,
sweet chariot
more white river
damn right.
headin up to canada for some pcp
the haunted amtrak station is also the hope.
watch out for eagle eyes, oogles
NECR yard in white river junction, vermont
one time me and brittany rode the juice train with robert deniro
i love you, taco
