How's it gonna be?

The train left me here without my bags,

Got nothin' on me, except for my guitar,

A pen to write about my ever present past,

And to endure all the letdowns and heartache, a mighty heart.

Every day is the same as the one before,

Though sometimes there are changes,

Things that were yesterday, sometimes aren't no more,

Those that were chained in the past, will someday become the chainless.

And that's how it is, and how it's gonna keep on bein'

No matter how hard you try

You can't keep those wheels from spinnin',

Nor us, from hearin' the silent cries, that often break the night.

At dawn, when a wave of fog sets on the plains,

I hear a symphony of unsong stories,

So much hardship, and, oh lord, the pain,

Not just in intensity, but also in colour, it varies.

And as I stand there overthrown by sadness,

I see that beatifully bumming wave break back,

The land seems once again peacefull and painless,

But if you look real closely, on my heart, you'll see the cracks.

Is that how it's supposed to be, is that how it's gonna keep on bein'?

No matter how hard we try?

Can't we keep these wheels from spinnin?

Can't we stop breaking the night, with our heart tearing cries?

If that happens to be the case,

 I'll quietly wait for the train,

To pick me up once again,

And take me away to a place,

Where I won't see tears so bitter,

That they scar a soul's face