I'm your conductor, welcome to the station
Always got an
I've got nowhere to go
I've got some rocks to
I hear it in a minstrel wind, it's crying out
You won't find me, in my bed right off the
Mama, I'm crying, did the silver angel warn the earth
The endless years and hardluck tales, and some that have
No one's born with hatred, it's something that you learn
Night time, see the castles burning
Smoke in the skies
