I was born near a railroad station on a piece of factory land
In this God forsaken place where no one seem to understand
Where the stores and doors are always locked up And window blinds are drawn
Although we all got so much to give we end up all alone

Gotta go where the stakes are high Where the hearts and roads on fire
Take the first train that hits the station Before I go blind

Round here nothing ever happens But we dream so much
Said round here nothing ever happens But we dream so much

Conversations running dry Gotta go where the stakes are high
Take the first train that hits the station Before I go blind

I was born near a railroad station on a piece of factory land
in this God forsaken place where no one seems to understand