The midnight air was heavy, and the station lights were dim

I sat across a drifter, with a shadow on his chin

He didn't have a suitcase, just a pack of rolling skin and a look that said he'd seen the places, where the losers all begin

He reached into his pocket, for a match to light a spark

His eyes were like two embers, glowing through the dark

He said I've walked these miles, and I've paid every fine, but boy there comes a moment, when you're running out of time

You have to find your rhythm, you have to find your pace, you have to see the finish, before you join the race

The world don't wait for dreamers, who are frozen on the line

We better get onto this train or be left behind.

He watched the silver tracks, stretching out toward the west

He said a man who stays too long, is a man who fails the test

The platform is for waiting, but the engine is for soul

You can't control the weather, but the steam is in your control.

Every whistle is a warning, every click is just a beat,

you can hear the iron calling, from the gravel at your feet

Don't look back at the station, or the life you're leaving there

There's a brand new set of questions, in the cold and moving air

You have to find your rhythm, you have to find your pace

You have to see the finish, before you join the race

The world don't wait for dreamers, who are frozen on the line

We better get onto this train or be left behind.

The conductor's calling out, and the wheels begin to groan

A man can stay forever, and still end up all alone

There's a ghost of every person, who waited for a sign

We better get onto this train or be left behind

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So grab your heavy coat, and leave the rest to fate

The engine's building pressure, and it's getting pretty late

Don't let the morning find you, still standing on the line

We better get onto this train or be left behind