This is a story of a young man, traveling ancient countrysides, looking for new emotions to experience. 
Looking to give more than to get, and understanding the frailty in the notion that nothing is really given to you aside from the very air that you breathe 
But things are changing now 
Things are rapidly [bad word] ..very different...than they once were 

On a southbound train that seems to eat through the German countryside like a mylar saw through wood 
Like a hammer breaking through old bones 
My reflections are now turning from the circus mirrors and smoke to framed glass 
Preparing to separate my interior frailty from the dangers of the outside 
Those things I do not quite understand 
I can see hints of colored city kid influence 
in colorful accents dancing across the foundations of [bad word] factories 
Saying, to me, that I've been here before 
Despite this railway being my virgin transport in this oh so foreign place 
Chopping through the world [bad word] to understand as mine 
Like a lion's teeth through the ribs of a gazelle 
On a hunt 
And when we reach Stuttgart 
I believe I am a man of different thinking 
My energy replenished with each stop between Hamburg and Munich 
Visions of Göthe 
Thomas Mann immortalised by the artistic politics of iron curtains 
Falling as certain as rain 
Grape vines growing rooted from the lips of the Rhein see 
This particular world I'm traveling through 
Is much older than the world I call mine 
Today I'm the gunpowder in a continental bullet 
cell in this electric vein coursing through the Black Forest 
My destination just beyond the trees 
relatively young man traveling ancient countrysides 
And newfangled sidewalk technology 
Looking to give more than to get 
And understanding the frailty in the notion that nothing is given to you but the air you breathe 
And the trees that hide my destination 
Resemble loose hairs on the head of an old gentleman from afar 
These mountains protecting villages and colonies like a mote 
Encircling castles of fallen leaders 
Roughly an hour north of the Munich skyline 

This trip is very different than any I've been on before 
I wish I could transmit this experience through American urban radio and [bad word] house shopping malls 
To Wall Street executives and stay-at-home moms in the Bible belt 
Just to say hey look at the world and get off your block 
Pick up a book 
Stop watching the clock 
There is so much more to learn than 
Trades and monolingual grades 
To be sure 
This ride is special 
This countryside is ancient 
And many of these things I do not understand 
But I feel like I've been here before 
This ride, the thoughts [bad word] with it 
Tell me to cherish life now because the only real gift given to you is the present 
The only real gift given to you is right now