Step off the train my friend
Before you reach the bend
There'll be no turning back
If you come off this track
It's true I can't ignore
These echoes at my door
No season for your word
My frosted senses blurred
Melts fill you slowly
And brooks start to flow
Time for a journey
Books will teach us what they know
Where did you go?
So if I wish to look
I'd better close my book
No blueprint to your flight
Turn and you're out of sight
No moon that inky sky
Was darker than the Poe
Oh Edgar write me stories
Where our hearts will glow
Where did you go?
Well some are here to stay
And some friends go away
No message of their flight
I guess I'll just sit tight
Well it was winter
Someone said they saw them throw
You from the train my friend
Your footprints melted with the snow
Where did you go?
Step off the train my friend
Before you reach the bend
There'll be no turning back
If you come off this track