America

I've seen the Ides of March
And I've seen the fall of Rome
I've seen all kinds of stuff
But I never see my home
If my life-line is
These million miles of track
One thing I know by now
There is no turning back
From a moving train
From a moving train
From a moving train
From a moving train
If every venture was
A path to no avail
I'd still be rolling down
This never ending trail
If we had a destination
In our sights
We would be helpless as