Train this morning, she ran a little late. Filled with people, don't know love from hate. Time stole their lives away, nothing left to do but play and boy your heading the wrong way. Rain was falling, we couldn't budge the ground. Clouds rolled in without a sound. Don't matter what your daddy say there's nothing left to do but play and boy your heading the wrong way. Dream is there and then it's gone, your memory lies and it pulls you on. Caught by something bigger than this storm. People become shadows then that stranger over there used to be your friend, then you'll have to face yourself alone. Someday you'll have to face yourself alone. Train this morning she ran a little late. Filled with people simple pawns of fate. Time stole their lives away there's nothing left to do but play, boy your heading the wrong way.