[ Featuring Ironwood ]
I remember stories of jumping trains in Chicago as a kid
Running home from what you'd seen up in your room you hid
We grew to love those rails iron stretching to infinity
Wherever those tracks were going that was where I wanted to be
Hold my hand We'll walk that line
Keep your balance and you'll do fine
Setting out like we three kings in search of stars we could behold
No trespassing Private property that's what we were told
Breaking out and breaking in it was a place we didn't fight
Tres passing hobos in a playground we could go to day or night
Hold my hand We'll walk that line
Keep your balance and you'll do fine
Now we're older we make music cross this country near and far
We can't escape those rails those iron strings stretched out on our guitars
I laid my hand upon your heart blessed you and sent you on your way
Yeah those tracks just keep things moving and we'll all move on one day
Hold my hand We'll walk that line
Keep your balance and you'll do fine
