I've seen the Ides of March
and I seen the fall of Rome
I've seen all kind of stuff
but I never see my home
if my life-lines is these million miles of track
one thing I've learned by now
there is no turning back

From a moving train

If every venture was a path to no avail
I'd still be rolling down this never ending trail
if we had our destination in our sights
we would be helpless as we passed it in the night

From a moving train

And if by chance you find a woman
that you might love along the way

Tell her everything's alright
Or she might jump along the way

From a moving train