In the city streets where i was born

People bowed their heads from dusk till dawn

Never realized the potential of their lives

Till the reaper came to cut the corn

Some were born to live a life of ease, never knowing suffering or disease

Till that final day when judgment comes their way, then they fall down on their knees and pray

This train won't stop ... till we reach the end of the line



In the golden fields of yesterday where the children used to laugh and play

You can hear the sound of hammer breaking steel

When you take more than you give it never heals

I can see it rolling 'cross the sky on the holy mountains where eagles cry







Far from earth below where poisoned rivers flow where i'm free to let my soul and spirit fly

This train won't stop ... till we reach the end of the line



And will the road find it, and will the soul guide you down

When will we really see that higher love, when we reach the end of our lives

This train won't stop ... till we reach the end of the line



See the reaper in the field, time to get your spirit healed

Now the doors are open wide, there's no place that you can hide

Tell your children