Strange train takes me to a strange town
so far from home.
I don't know how I got here
and I don't know where I'm going.
Don't know where i'm going
and I don't know where I've been.
And I wonder why
I done the things I did.
And I wonder what,
what it is I'm feeling.
Have I ever told the truth?
Even to myself,
and would I even know?
I don't know.
Strange train pulling from the station.
Now I'm moving on.
What is there to believin?
What keeps you going on?
Keeps you going on
and getting out of bed.
For the things that I must do
they will always change
but the things I am
will remain.