With my free hand I'll flag it down I'll hitch a ride far from this town In this world of beginners Singled out their faces unknown These saints and these sinners
From the dreams at hand there's no divorce In sickness and in health It's a fever that must run its course Whichever way the wind may blow We're in this together We're traveling alone
We've set out on that road
Just look around this train is full Of folks who keep to themselves Heading out for places unknown Our thoughts are left to roam