I think I left a part of me in someone else's hands I'm counting on my memory to tell me where I am But what if all the tracks I laid begin to disappear Will anybody know the way that gets me out of here I hear the train inside my head delivering the news Your sense of rationality was beaten black and blue Suppose there be a remedy for every kind of pain Or I could simply use a mask to hide it all the same I wonder if I'd recognize the face I used to see My home is not the place I had believed it once to be