When I jumped off,
I had a bucket full of thoughts.
When I first jumped off,
I held that bucket in my hand.
Ideas that would take me,
All around the world.
I stood and watched the smoke,
Behind the mountain curl.
It took me a long time to get back on the train.
Now I'm gone,
And I'll never look back again.
I'm gone,
And I'll never look back at all.
You know I'll never look back again,
I turn my face into the howlin' wind.
See my face,
In the town that's flashing by.
See me standing,
At the station in the rain.
See me running there beside the car,
I left it all behind, again I'll travel far.
Behind the mountains curl.