Vārdi: Chaos Con Queso. Where The Train Tracks End.

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I'll board this train

Take it wherever it leads

I have nowhere else to go

I have nowhere else to go



He said he'd board this train...



These compartments are empty

These tracks are faded

These gates are empty

His place is empty



I'll board this train

Take it wherever it leads

If he came here now

The train would be on its way



He won't ever take this train

He won't ever let it lead

Wherever these tracks want to go

Is not where he'd be!



These compartments are empty

These tracks are faded

These gates are empty

This station's empty



These compartments are packed!

But I'm still empty!

I'll stay this empty!

I'll stay!



Board this train...