Armored Saint

When lonely winds blow cold and my world moves down below its a sign to make a change among the platform crowd words clear as clouds say you cant remain the same and familiar voices cry my nam
On the last train home on the last train home crossroads of y life feel my body glide to a place I need to be its within my sights I know itll feel so right when I get there Ill be free stil
Se voices call my name but Im on the last train home on the last train home on the last train home ride with the freight line ride with the freight line there I go gotta make time I gotta make