You live your life like it's on rails.
No choice where you go, you're on rails.
We stumble through
And I think I am linked up to you,
'Cause I can never think of you without this sorrow.
What can you do
In the face of all your dreams,
When your destination's never where it seemed, where it seemed.
We like to think that we choose our fortune,
Like spinning a wheel,
But with leaves on the track you tell me:
How does it feel?
No choice where you go, you're on rails.
We stumble through
And I think I am linked up to you,
'Cause I can never think of you without this sorrow.
What can you do
In the face of all your dreams,
When your destination's never where it seemed, where it seemed.
We like to think that we choose our fortune,
Like spinning a wheel,
But with leaves on the track you tell me:
How does it feel?