I’m on a train going nowhere, got no chance of turning around.
I’m on a train and its got no windows or doors.
Stuck on a win so they tell me, can buy anything I choose.
Except the time and freedom to live where I want.

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Made a choice when I was eighteen didn’t know what it means, what I would become.

Dealing in life, when it ends, need an armour made of steel.
I’m made of flesh and blood and my skin is thin.
Buried in books, it’s not real, but the truth is hard to face.
I’ve gone the long way round and I’m ready to break.

(Chorus)

I’m on a train going nowhere, got no chance of turning around.