Mark Twain (Michael Joy) Mark Twain Mark Twain is on this train Slipping through the passageways People seek him out to stand In the light of his hair All aboard or so they say We packed away our yesterday Nothing more to do but wave Bound for a new life Nameless in the coach night Child that I was I could not save Traveling on the outskirts of oblivion Pushing ’cross the great divide Heaven, Hell And the empty sky Strangers that I’ve seen Move in my mind Filled with dreams and little else Oh the tales the porters tell Vagabonds disgraced, defamed Bound for a new life left my sweetheart weeping Just to be lost without a care Traveling on the outskirts of oblivion Mark Twain Mark Twain Is on this train Slipping through the passageways People seek him out to stand in the light of his hair Wild land for a wild soul Staring out a night window Pray the wheels don’t fail to roll Bound for a new life I can hear it calling Oh California come what may traveling on the outskirts of oblivion