I thought the train had just arrived Turned out it had just been leaving In a whirlwind of yesterday’s dust I thought I had it all figured out by now Just following the sounds My footsteps echo through the hall And now I’m back at square one Maybe a few steps behind Can’t say I didn’t learn a thing or two along the way And the people pass by like a flood Draining out from the pipe Dripping in gold and mud Heavy eyes with no sight Waiting for the next night