Welcome back to the land of thrills
No one here's born to pay them bills
Ever gonna be the same
Smokestack Lightnin' drive them razor trains

Turn back
Turn back the hands of time
Pass the word around them golden pools
I been elected to the king of the fools

I'm living like a hollow man
Hiding out in a hollow land
The less I see the more I know
The more I stay here the less I show

Write a song about a widow's kiss
Go sing it in the wilderness
I know that stuff about them howling wheels
About the pain that time won't heal