Some nights I’ll stay up an’ watch town after town pass by. All them houses with people sleepin’ inside, an’ me slippin’ through in a boxcar. Seems like ya don’t b’long out there. Ya get the feelin’ like yer a ghost er somethin’. Ya move along like none of it can touch ya. All them people in all them towns doin’ pretty much the same thing everwheres, an’ yer jus’ watchin’ it all.

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