There ought to be a law,
there ought to be a railroad
to take me away, to take me away.
There ought to be a law,
an ocean of escape,
to take me away, to take me away.

There ought to be a law,
there ought to be a railroad
that takes you away, that takes you away.
There ought to be a law,
an order of restraint,
that takes you away, that takes you away.

I heard those symphonies come quick,
now that you are sick of breathing new life into the form.
Hey Streethawk, you've been spotted hanging out outside the storm.
Why don't you fly?