Oooh... Oooh... Through the haze, I see Soft outlines, of trees. Smell of rain, embrace of breeze. The train, it goes further away From home. From home. Where do I belong? What felt like home once, won't, for very long. Where are we to go? The climb uphill just feels so slow. But, I can't stay. No, not anymore. Anymore. Guess I look to time to tell me, Where to go. Oooh... Oooh...