The long way to where I'm from A lonely road back home A city of skulls that lies in ruins No stone left unturned But I'm here, hanging by my own rope Dead weight of a weary world Begins to drag you down The switchman yells as you gather steam "Turn this train around" Swaying under the yoke Bride stands with the one she loves, Preachers eulogize The cardboard man she colored in Looks out with glassy eyes And I'm here laughing at a bad joke Sad song of a weary world Begins to tire your ears When it gets down to the wire Blink and disappear Swaying under the yoke Brakes fail, the light turns red Swaying under the yoke Shed your skin and leave them, hanging A long way to where I'm from A lonely road back home The cry of wolves still haunts these woods A path of broken bones But I'm here swaying under the yoke