Standing by the roadside
Future in my hands
Coat I'm wearing's blowing cold
Turn my back to the wind
Winter mist along the coast
City lights closed down
Your empty station there
Freight line cuts the ground
Freight line cuts the ground
*Crystal light shining bright
Shine on down for me
Moon is even passing by
Trying not to see
Like a fool I hit that road
Did my time at sea
Life was only fooling me
Oh despair, it bums my lungs
Find it hard to breathe
The hospital shut their gates
I can't get me no peace
Wicked people stand and scream
Stumble the road
Close my eyes, turn out the lights
Haven't found a dream
Haven't found a dream
*Repeat x2
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