there is a train on its way on to rome today and i travel - i ride the tide and i travel - i walk the world and i travel - i crawl the field and i travel - i climb the top this bird has flown
it all ends in oblivion it all ends
how does it feel left alone? how does it feel to be unknown? and i travel around and i travel alone and i travel beneath and i travel beyond this bird has flown
it all ends in oblivion it all ends
i make love i make angels i make room i make it happen