Look at all the plans I made
Falling down like scraps of paper
I will leave them where they lie to remind me
From the past a rumour comes
Don't let it keep draggin' you down
Throw the memory in an open fire

You'll be free



Roll back the tombstone

Let the saints appear



Roll back the tombstone

Make a new man out of me

Beware the passenger

The train already left the station

We are neither at home nor at work

We are moving

Listen to the howling of steel

A face betraying no emotion

Like you never had a chance to be

Wild and free



Roll back the tombstone

Let the saints appear



Roll back the tombstone

Till the Lone Ranger rides again

Rides again in your mind

Rode across the open plain

All the way

and back again