Oh, I’m in a lot of trouble Can’t find a face that knows my name A victim in a lost dimension Take me back from where I came
Promise not to keep a secret? Because I just might tell
The the last train left the station About half-past quarter to hell I would be just fine If I could stop this slide Fly back home on a DC9
Stuck inside a revelation Revolution fought off stage Balance all the weight of confusion Enough wisdom but not enough age
Promise not to keep a secret? Because I just might tell
The last train left the station About half-past quarter to hell I would be just fine If I could stop this slide Fly back home on a DC9
The last train left the station About half past quarter to hell I would be just fine If I could stop this slide Fly back home on a DC9 I would be just fine If I could stop this slide Fly back home on a DC9 Fly back home on a DC9 Fly back home on a DC9