The last train is leaving down in the valley
While I’m searching for our long lost glory
Time hangs heavy on your hands 
You’re losing [bad word] in every single word
I’m saying
Let the velvet morning bring [bad word] 
Leave that train of thoughts and dry your tears
Lonely rider in the woods
I still belong to you and I must call for us
Climb the highest mountain 
Drive the longest road
Drop the stones you’ve carried 
I’ve found a quiet [bad word] into the fields, where roses grow 
Walk the silky path I lay down for you
Time hangs heavy on your hands 
You’re losing [bad word] in every single word
I’m saying