We passed the trail
I saw an old train
And you told a story
Of your love gone debris

And that memory
I can't deal entirely
So I left you talking
And draw a lane - walking

Yes, you cross the white lane
two steps closer to fame
When the game is over
You will no longer feel me

My tears got the rain falling
And I ran after them, calling
Fifty horse power won't get me
Any man, anyone like you