Hey it´s me I just got off the train A frightening place Their faces are concrete grey And I´m wondering, should I turn around?
Buy another ticket Panic is coming on strong So cold, from the inside out No great job, no message coming in And you´re so small Glassy eyed light of day Glassy eyed light of day
The path trails off And heads down a mountain Through the dry bush, I don´t know where it leads I don´t really care And the path trails off And heads down a mountain Through the dry bush, I don´t know where it leads I don´t really care