breakdown at 51

i was half way to pittsburgh
when the sun came crashing down
when all my dreams were tired
and no way could be found
to steal the music from the darkness
to steal a yawn from my lips
so i hunkered into nowhere
let the evening take her grip

and
i was half way to pittsburgh
when the moon came leaping out
when all my heart was tired
and the coyotes began to shout
they shouted their frustration
they shouted their endless grief
so i hunkered into no where
lost myself in a falling leaf

so
i was half way to pittsburgh
when the clouds stole all the stars
when both my feet were tired
and i heard the passing cars
i counted every engine roaring
i counted the silence too
then i hunkered into no where
because there's nothing left to do

when
you're half way to pittsburgh
when the sun is crashing down
when the silvered moon looks tired
and you don't know the town
you can cry some tears of rage
you can yawn away the night
a hundred engines passing by
and the evening isn't right

half way to pittsburgh
and all the way to hell
you don't have to ask me
you know i'm doing well
half way to pittsburgh
and there's no one here to tell