Vocal: Lauren Heintz
Acoustic guitars: Lauren Heintz, Thomm Jutz
Acoustic bass: Mark Fain
Drums, percussion: Lynn Williams
Banjo: Justin Moses
Pedal steel: Fats Kaplin
Harmonica: Jelly Roll Johnson

Lyrics

Packing up our backpacks with bluejeans
Hashing out our plans and our schemes
Gazing thru the window
I don't know where we will go
But I'm sure we'll go farther than you think

All aboard's the cry in Chicago
Out across the frozen fields we roll
Straight on thru Nebraska
And all this Colorado snow
Hey brother how I love to hear that whistle blow

Standing near the trains in the station
Looking at your watch as they arrive
They're here to take us out to other places
It's times like this that I'm glad I'm still alive

Heading down the rail to San Francisco
Check it out this forty-niner gleams
A chance to yell eureka
Is as golden as it seems
Zephyr's fire brings us closer to our dreams

We're moving west to where the sun sets
Every place is for us a virgin land
We count the stations where this train rests
Each a memory we'll be keeping close at hand

Packing up our backpacks with bluejeans
Acting out our plans and our schemes
Gazing thru the window
I don't know where we will go
But I'm sure we'll go farther than you think
Yes I'm sure we'll go farther than you think