Swedish Inland If truth was a brake the train wouldn't have gone Wouldn't have started, would never move on Truth isn't a brake so when the clock struck half past five We rolled along the iron line lost in mind Lost in the land I know I know Iron lines and up we go The sky was so dark and the sun did shine so bright The forests were so green like we already were in July In my mind I saw myself with my head stuck in the sand While the train took me deeper into the Swedish inland Passengers thinned out the further up we got The forest thickened the further up we got A woman jumped off somewhere in the Swedish inland She walked down the platform and she was met by her man He threw his arms around her and grabbed her hand They walked down the platform somewhere in the Swedish inland What is there to do I don't think I will fit To be unalterable when the seasons shift Solitary farms and roads full of holes Do not fear loneliness myself I have told Solitary eyes of a person misunderstood An extinct dove bird in a land of love What is there to do I don't think I will fit To be unalterable when the seasons shift How can I roll How can I roll