Time to time I tire of the
life that I've been leading
Town to town, day by day
There's a man up here who
claims to have his hands upon the reins.
There are chains upon his
hands and he's riding upon a train.
We are riding on a railroad,
singing some else's song
Forever standing by the cross
road. Take a side and step along.
We are sailing away on a river
to the sea. Maybe you an me can meet again.
We are riding on a railroad,
singing someone else's song.
Marco Giunco |
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