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 job, no message coming in And you're so small Gla**y eyed light of day Gla**y eyed light of day 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 And 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 often, go I feel this often, go