What am I supposed to do to survive in this go long road that I’m taking
I feel this old machine going down and that making love doesn’t feel the same
So, I’m saying
I’m moving where the train is going
Where is taking me
We missed one station, can we stop on the next one, I’d like to change my direction
This time of my life I feel like a plane, but I’m sailing through the pouring rain, and I’m screaming
