(Ann Monkhouse)

Old beatup suitcase on the platform
A train ticket in my hand
And a train just arrivin' that'll take me
As far as fourteen dollars can.

But a train won't take me far enough
It never has before
I gotta find how far a memory reaches
And then go one mile more.

I ain't never found a mountain that was high enough
Or a hole too dark and deep
'Cause if I lose her mem'ry in a bottle of wine
Then she'll find me in my sleep.

--- Instrumental ---

I think of me and that old suitcase
The places we both been
All the rails and jails and the cheap hotels
And now we're gone again.

And when I'll ride my money up
And they won't let me ride no more
Then I'll wait by the track for a slow movin' freight
And watch for an open door.

I ain't never found a mountain that was high enough
Or a hole too dark and deep
'Cause if I lose her mem'ry in a bottle of wine
Then she'll find me in my sleep.

Then she'll find me in my sleep.
Then she'll find me in my sleep...