When you climb mountains so high And you can't pretend When the time's passed by Every story you have to defend
There's a wrong way you could go And you've got to be strong Everyday you will know We'll there's nowhere you can belong
Standing at the station Always waiting, he's an immigrant son Staring, concentrating Almost breaking, he's an immigrant son Wonder where he's going Some day he'll be back here again and be Standing at the station Always waiting, he's an immigrant son
Though you're just passing by chance Anyone you can befriend When you're breaking the trance It's no beginning, no middle, no end
It's something that you won't forget It's a thing you'll never see Well, you won't feel there's any regret You can be what you wanted to be
Endless journey, going nowhere No salvation, no one will care