So I'm out around eight
since the train's always late
Infrastructure got old
In this cold nordic state
New horizons emerge
as the train heads on straight
And the winters on a prowl
It goes on and on and on

A thousand stories untold
In these steel-tracks of hell
Sometimes we all ran along,
at times some hard punches fell
For the friends who are gone
to a place yet unknown
Always there on my mind
just the train moving on and on and on

And it might take a while
before I see you again
Got a few brothers waiting
and some money to spend
Don't have time on my side now
so this is goodbye
Rest in peace on these tracks
Where the stories reside

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