You can throw all your sympathy cards out the window
The only thing from this train that will ever be found
Little lambs that trust what they're told
Every night die out in the cold
It's time to turn this train around
For every cloud that passes, I miss one on the other side of the train
Even in my dreams I'm afraid I'll never see open skies again
The power lines float up and down
Built by men who fear the ground
It's time to turn this train around
Turn this train around
Turn this train around
The iron is cheap, the engines don't sleep
The gears don't run on sympathy
It's time to turn this train around
I didn't load all the folds of your robes to be one of the bums that remains
And I won't be patient for an invitation to arrive from a choir on a silver tray
Enough hands are in pockets alone
To lift this train and head it home
It's time to turn this train around
Turn this train around
Turn this train around
It's clear to me from the little I see
We're a long way down the wrong way
It's time to turn this train around