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