To hammer nails for someone else’s dream.
She longed to see the country thru, the eyes of a wonderer.
Stop seeing things as they seem.
Joe was a fisherman on a boat in Alaska.
Living on the sea from day to day.
While docking in the port, on a Monday morning.
That’s when Savanah came his way.
Spent their nights talking ‘bout the stories.
All the faces passed along the way.
They talked of hoping on a freighttrain.
A different town, everyday.
CHORUS:
So their dreams, of wandering. This country great and vast.
Found their way to the nearest yard, and here begins the tale
Of Savanah, & Joe, & the rail.
The dog’s are howling in the yard.
Beneath a yellow harvest moon.
Boxcar of dreams beneath the stars.
That leaves the yard today at noon.
CHORUS:
Now these two, are wandering. Living out their wildest dream…
Hand in hand across the land, wishing on the stars…
Just Savanah, & Joe, & the rail.
The weeks began to turn to months.
Saw the falling of the seasons leaves.
We should pull into Virginia.
Just in time for Christmas Eve…
CHORUS:
Now their dreams, of wandering. Have been lived out to the full.
Still the thoughts of many places, remain from the tale…
Of Savanah, & Joe, & the rail…