(Ba-du-dum, ba-ba-badoy)
Fare thee well, little lady
Trains are carrying me
One and a two, three and a four thousand miles
Miles from you1
Thought I tried my best
To be your man
Can't you see, can't you feel that burning into my soul?
Don't you understand?
Love is a basket of light
Grasp it so tight
Shining bright just ain't right to be caught in the night
Caught in the basket of light2
