Railroad

Railroad

The sound of an old train

Flashing lights 

Moving clouds

Wind is blowing up her hair

And she's still waiting for you

Railroad

The sound of an old train

Pale face,red lips

Stuckin' in her daydream

Lookin' like she's eighteen

But lately she've changed the track

She won't turn back

She've left her past behind

She already made up her mind

Trying to forget her chilhood

She eats ice-cream

Trying to put herself in a good mood

Maybe she said things that she didn't mean

Railroad

The sound of an old train

Flashing lights 

Moving clouds

Wind is blowing up her hair

And she's still waiting for you