All aboard, I swore I heard, I swear I went to serve the lord —
got lost wound up where I was before — I heard them say, All aboard —
now I’m ready again, when’s the next train to heaven.
Dream of peace wake up at war, wake up screaming at the ceiling
and the floor,
imagine loving with the thrust of a sword, for a while I didn’t
believe anymore —
now I’m ready again, when’s the next train to heaven.
Everything’s changed and it all stays the same, heart to heart
we try to explain,
what life might be like without the pain, I freed my dream, but
still my dream remains.
now I’m ready again, when’s the next train to heaven.
I think all the circuses understand that a few of the kings
horses and a few of the king’s men
always have been and always will be at her command. As we lie
beside her, that’s where
we make our stand. I’m ready again, when’s the next train to
heaven.