To the band:

Sometimes I feel my life is a train
And no matter how I try to step off the path
I keep on going down the long, narrow tracks
I keep pushing forward through the night, wind, rain

I feel my choices make no change
I walk down one road until it fades away
I end up on the other side anyway
The situation varies, the results remain the same

I feel a collision waiting to happen
I see it, hear it, smell it, taste it
But there’s no way to avoid it —
— the confines of the world I’m trapped in

I wanted to be a writer
My god would have none of the such
As bad luck piles up too much
I slowly lose the will to fight her

I was born to strum a guitar
And that’s my place, my fate
That’s the place I cannot escape
And though it may not get me far

I was born to strum a guitar

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