text: Hey, its me, I just got off the train
  A frightening place, the faces are concrete grey
  And Im wondering, should I turn around?
  Buy another ticket? The panic is coming on strong
  So cold, from the inside out
  No great drama, message coming in
  In the oh-so-smug glassy eyed light of day
  Glassy eyed light of day
  Where the path trails off and heads down the mountain
  Through the dry bush, I dont know where it leads
  And I dont really care
  Where the path trails off and heads down the mountain
  Through the dry bush, I dont know where it leads
  And I dont really care
  I feel this love to the core
  I feel this love turn cold