Socialism? idealism?
Waiting on a train to come
Thats got no vision
Make it clearer
So I can steer ya
With the the wind in my hair
And the air on my nose
Nobody knows but I guess it shows
I\'m a little different
Underneath the skin
Deep as the ocean blue
Reach and you can feel it too
Bottom of the depths
I solemnly accept
My fate that comes to me
When I\'m happy, content and free
I welcome death to come for me.