The stormy little boy stares out the window; it's freezing to him, living there inside,
Sometimes in his room he feels the wind blow, and it's there the thorn is twisting in his side,
So he takes the last train out today, and all his sacred secrets he hides away.

Try to understand the many years and where they ran,
All his feelings shining in our eyes,
Wish to wash away the wishing that his life would change,
Stumble through the back roads of our lives.

A frozen little man peeks out his window, and the memories shiver down his spine,
Sometimes in his mind he feels the pain go, but still the thorn is twisting in his side,
And so he takes the last train out today; he throws his chosen secrets all away.

Try to understand the many years and where they ran,
All his feelings shining in our eyes,
Wish to wash away the wishing that our lives would change,
Stumble through the back roads of our lives.

Try to understand who you are and where I am,
All the feelings shining in our eyes,
Wish to wash away the wishing that our lives would change,
Stumble through the back roads of our lives,
Stumble through the back roads of our lives.