The Man Without A Name - I Walk The Line

I watch the clock

And see my time go down the drain

I’m just waiting for the weekend

To numb the brain

I am a man without a face

Without a name

I keep occupied

So I don’t have time to feel

I stand in line, 'til the end of time

I feel so much safer with my hands tied

I can’t make it on my own

There’s bars on my window

But I don’t mind the pain

I did what I was told

Still I’m free like a slave

I settle for the chains

And the foodplate on the table

Still there’s moments in the dark

«is this really what I asked for?»

I stand in line, 'til the end of time

I feel so much safer with my hands tied

I can’t make it on my own

The train of mystery, it’s calling me

The train of mystery knows what I long for

It takes me to my place somewhere

Destination’s unknown