A rich man takes,
And a poor man gives,
Someone’s always wanting,
What isn’t his.
I’m looking back,
I see it’s all the same,
Well you get what you get,
Nothing lost,
Nothing gained.
I lived my life,
In a house cards,
Always kept one eye,
On my neighbor’s yard.
I took for granted,
Everything I ever had,
Well goodbye, good riddance,
I don’t want it back.
So I’m leaving,
Gotta make a change,
I’ll be riding,
On an open range,
Where coyotes and cowboys,
Travel endless plains,
I’ll be that whistle,
On a passing train. – Sinz and Sane