I hear something hanging on the wind.
I see black smoke up around the bend.
I got my ticket and I want to go.
Ooooh.
The leaves have changed a time or two, since the last train came through.
I got my ticket and I want to go.
Ooooh.
My father's father's blood's on the tracks.
A sweet refrain drips in from the past.
I got my ticket and I'm going to go.
Ooooh.
The winding roads that lead me here.
Burn like coal and dry like tears.
So here's my hope, my tired soul and here's my ticket, I want to go.
Ooooh, Ooooh, Ooooh.
