I bought the tickets Crooked lines Lead me back To the finest state of mind. It should be sad, The train is gone But it ain't Bringing the ceiling down. I would be mad If there was no other destination I could reach With the few coins that For a second I thought Weren't worth Trips and tricks and a whole Bunch of flowers. Well it seems Like the rain just Watered the garden That surrounds me... Oh, the colors are painted Back and a feather Is roaming around Oh, so light, All the weight suddenly has been dropped.