Lyrics:

Six and a half hours into the West Virginia night
Half a mile from home and I was makin' pretty good time
I thought that I'd gone far enough, I couldn't lose the trail
Then I stepped through the door, I still found the way to fail

I can't start to count the things I said I'd never be
But I became them all, the night you quit countin' on me
And all the harder things that you said to my heart
Every one of them things was true but
It was that one look at the end
That one look at the end
That one look at the end
It ran it through

Now that big gray owl above me starts again to wail
Says that moon has got so low tonight that it's polishin' the rails
Now that mountain engine's runnin' about 30 years too late
Once you hear it comin', boy, it'll not let you wait
I used to think that tomorrow was just out there waitin' for me
But now I wonder where tomorrow
I wonder where tomorrow
I wonder where tomorrow is going to be
Tonight when I am rolling over the earth's most lonesome ground
I will think of all the ways, next time I will try not to let you down
I thought that I'd live long enough
That the light would come shining through
But don't this look like the dark?
Don't this look like the dark?
Don't this look like the dark?
Don't this look like the dark?
Don't this look like the dark?
Don't this look like the dark?

Is there, is there more people or more stars?