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 drama, no message coming in
In the oh so smug
Glassy eyed light of day
Glassy eyed light of day

Where path trails off
And heads down a mountain
Through the dry bush
I don't know where it leads
I don't really care

Where 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

I feel this love to the core
I feel this love to the core