Riding on the night train,
I wonder where I go
Trying to write things down,
the things I just don't know
And watching people come and go,
and feeling all alone
Wondering how my burning fear could turn me into stone
Tell me,
tell me gently
Is this train running down to my destiny?
This girl in front,
well she is blonde,
and that's the only thing
She often smiles to give the best,
but my bird cannot sing
Soldiers selling dirty jokes,
and I can't feel a cold
The laughter's like the rattling wheels that eat away my soul
Tell me,
tell me
gently Is this train running down
to my destiny?
Train speeds on, and I look down
My thunder rail is burning Then I
realize once more, from this train's
no returning I close my eyes,
they see no more,
for tears
fall on my hand But I know it's no gentle rain,
that stone
turns into sand
Tell me,
tell me gently
Is this train running down
to my destiny?
Is this train running down to my destiny?