We run from the sunlight
Its burning truth tracing our steps
Chasing us through forests of sleep
Setting fire to our childish ideals
The lies that make our youth
How we mistreat our truth
We pursue the moonlight
Blanketing our generation
Freeing it of its reality
Comforted by its chaotic lullaby
You think its a dream
To be a nightmare
The railroad track, it is a railroad bright
That runs right up into the starry night
So come little ones, have no fear
The Man in the Moon is the engineer