Train کے بول

I was riding on this train Looking out the back door on where i had been Thinking about the sun and your golden skin Your golden skin I'm looking back Out onto where i'm coming from Out into that big white sun Out into that big white sun Big white sun I was feeling kind of strange Chasing these tracks to a room by the lake I heard your song and it took me away I wanted to stay I'm looking back Out onto where i'm coming from Out into that big white sun Out into that big white sun Big white sun