I baught 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