The long way to where I'm from
A lonely road back home
A city of skulls that lies in ruins
No stone left unturned
But I'm here, hanging by my own rope
Dead weight of a weary world
Begins to drag you down
The switchman yells as you gather steam
Turn this train around
Swaying under the yoke
Bride stands with the one she loves,
preachers eulogize
The cardboard man she colored in
Looks out with glassy eyes
And I'm here laughing at a bad joke
Sad song of a weary world
Begins to tire your ears
When it gets down to the wire
Blink and disappear
Swaying under the yoke
Brakes fail, the light turns red
Swaying under the yoke
Shed your skin and leave them, hanging
A long way to where I'm from
A lonely road back home
The cry of wolves still haunts these woods
A path of broken bones
But I'm here swaying under the yoke

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