Verse

The morning train is waiting at the track

A single suitcase, and I'm not looking back

The drums of battle echo in my chest

My final journey, far into the west

Pre-Chorus

No more tomorrow, no more yesterday

Just the cold wind blowing me away

The horns are wailing a quiet, brassy blues

Nothing left to gain, nothing left to lose

Chorus

Where do we go when the sky turns to lead?

To the quiet places where the angels tread

This is the last time I'm packing up to go

Leaving my shadow in the winter snow

Yeah, the last time... where the deep rivers flow

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