I have my reason
To escape this prison
Made of pure concrete.
Stoner train will take me far
To the land of fallen star.

Heard some cowboy stories
'Bout the southern quarries,
Where the Mississippi,
Known as winding local muse,
Makes the people play some blues.

Feel the wheels weeping,
Watch the mountain sleeping,
Yellow sun shining -
I am going to the land,
Where the eagle finds the end.

Stoner train, stoner train,
Take me far, far away X2