I walked on every road nowI followed the signsIâm traveling on my own nowWith no peace of mindIâm at the battle stationAnd iâm out of my truckMy final departure is nearIâm leaving endless black tunnelsFor a wide-open fieldIâm blank and iâm out of beerIâm waiting for a train of salvationSteaming with a glow into my headTo know my very needs and my stationAnd to dry up every tear Iâve ever shedMy charcoal is desireEternal releaseI know there is a fireAn engine of peaceTo change my desperate momentTo a time-table roleAnd take me to the end of the lineI bought a no-return ticketFrom a station Iâm saintIâm broke but my rideâs divineIâm waiting for a train of salvationSteaming with a glow into my headTo know my very needs and my stationAnd to dry up every tear iâve ever shedIâm at the battle stationBeing reason or rhymeBut it seems like Iâm finally on timeBecause the platform is shakingThe concrete is crackingIâm leaving it all behindIâm ready for a train of salvationSteaming with a glow into my headTo know my very needs and my stationAnd to dry up every tear iâve ever shed