There are those who say I am a rock, stiff, cold, unfeeling
Yes, I have to agree with that, I'm reserved
I'm not good at demonstrating them
But who really knows me
Knows that I'm just a crewman on the love train
Who likes to be locked up in his wagon
Trying to understand the paradox
Of what is right or wrong does not exist
And what matters is the moment
Because it will be remembered forever.