Hey it's me I just got off the train A frightening place The faces are concrete grey And I'm wondering, should I turn around? Buy another ticket Panic is coming on strong So cold, from the inside out No great job No message coming in And you're so small Glassy-eyed light of day Glassy-eyed light of day The path trails off And heads down a mountain Through the dry bush, I don't know where it leads I don't really care And the path trails off And heads down a mountain Through the dry bush, I don't know where it leads I don't really care I feel this love to the core I feel this love turn cold