All the trains 
that pass you by 
do they give you the drive
I long for 

Do they give you the ride
of the night 
with no dawn
filled with thrills and dazzle 
a touch that gives
asking for nothing in return

Trains
they don't go backwards 
you know 
at least haven't seen them doing so 

So it's only forward 
that you see

Up and down 
the hills
through the tunnels 
then back to the light 

How high you go 
is how high you dream 
in an endless loop 
of a train ride
that gives you the drive

So, I keep looking at the palms 
Just like you told me 
I need to do 
To wake up from a dream 

To wake up from a dream 
I haven’t wished for 
From a dream I am not up to 

And nothing happens 
For days, or weeks, or months 
Or who could say what measure of time 
There is to pass 

And it’s hard 
Harder I ever thought it could be 
For me to be in this dream 

I keep looking at my palms 
Wide open 
Looking at me 

And nothing happens 
For real 

But I still trust you 
Because you’re the one who knows
The one who feels 

So, just for the night 
Will you come to my dream 
Cause palms, they won’t do the trick 

And I’m tired of dreaming this dream 
Tired of playing the role 
Others gave me 

Tired of being strong,
Of doing things right  

With my eyes open 
I want to see the dawn and the fiery skies 
And hear the birds’ song 
And feel your palm onto mine 
With your voice telling me it’s a new day 
And that everything will be alright 

All the world's a stage
Couldn't agree more
Who would ever consider
To doubt the greatest of all

Putting the queen down
Might be quite a show
However while hunting
There's a thing or two one should know

Chess board or battle field 
Whatever puts thy soul to rest
Foreplays the scene
At its worst and its best

Who will it be on the stage 
The hunter or its prey 
To take the grandeur of the applause 
The one on the knees or the one to betray

And with a twist of a knife 
Into the heart of the prey 
Of the one that was hunted but haunted all the way 
The hunter will still hear the queen’s final say

One out of hundreds pain will still weigh
The one that counts, the one I can feel
The one that blurs all the others 
The one that makes thee real 

Telling where it hurts
Might hurt like thy knife in my heart 
But to reveal in greatness will grant the freedom
Before heading to depart 

All the world's a stage
Couldn't agree more
Who would ever consider
To doubt the greatest of all

Yet the doubt clings to the air
For what is the win and what is the game 
In sparing the pawns  
Yet sacrificing the dame