I'm going somewhere
i never been
Your more than welcome
if you dare
Listen to that cold whistle blow
The doors wide open
The scenerys changing
come along, if you care
Down the line, there's Bill
Over the hill there's Lill
Once, they were strangers, now their dead,
Asleep, forever embraced
At night, at times, I can see their face!
The world hasn't beat us yet
Wer'e still standing on our feet
So your free to come along.
on my final voyage.
Nothings changed much,
Dave 's still on the riverbank sitting on a chair
The only thing thats really changed,
is the price of fare!
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