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