I traveled,
'Til each road met the end of the earth,
With nowhere else to go,
I looked back in amazement,
When I finally realized how far that I had actually gone,
I was still standing in the same place that I started.

So I fell down,
And I cried out,
But there was silence,
deafening silence,
More brilliant than anything...

And there was a bird with feathers bright and red as blood,
At least that's what you saw,
I saw an angel on the whitest November's morning 
And I heard her sing the sweetest cry as if she wanted to reach down
And tell me, it would be alright.
And I knew it would be alright.

I walked on and stared into the golden sun,
I was blinded but enamored by its beauty.

'Til I fell down,
And I cried out,
But there was silence,
deafening silence,
More brilliant than anything.

And there was a bird with feathers bright and red as blood,
At least that's what you saw,
I saw an angel on the whitest November's morning,
And I heard her sing the sweetest cry as if she wanted to reach down
And tell me, it would be alright.
And I knew it would be alright.

Foreign train tracks serenade you,
But their sound is never permanent,
These landscapes ever-changing,
Like arrival times on railway billboards,
You close your eyes and they are gone.

And there was a bird with feathers bright and red as blood,
At least that's what you saw,
I saw an angel on the whitest November's morning.
And I heard her sing the sweetest cry, as if she wanted to reach down
And tell me, it would be alright.
And I knew it would be alright.