Lyrics
I'm tired of the voices,
painting me as a fraud,
I gave it my all, I tried my best.
But the reminders of deaths never rest.
It isn't my fault, don't blame me,
For locking up my feelings, for setting them free.
I was once a Train Conductor,
Lost control of my train, became a wanderer.
Became a private investigator,
But every case turned me into the perpetrator.
Running from shadows of my own past,
A fugitive from truth, it's a blast.
It isn't my fault, don't blame me.
For locking up my feelings, setting them free.
I was once a Train Conductor,
Lost control of my train, became a wanderer.
short time as a surfer, riding waves so free,
A time-traveling troubadour, lost in the 80s,
My surfboard, my love, my only sanctuary,
But even waves can't wash away my agony.
Then I delved into science, seeking the truth,
But my research was costly, lost my roof.
From conductor to scientist, a journey so vast,
Now I'm just a traveller, living in the past.
It isn't my fault, don't blame me,
For locking up my feelings, setting them free.
I was once a Train Conductor,
Lost control of my train, became a wanderer.
But finally, I found my place.
As a DJ spinning tunes in a crowded space,
Lost in the rhythm, I finally feel alive,
In the beats an
It isn't my fault, don't blame me,
For locking up my feelings, setting them free.
I was once a Train Conductor,
Lost control of my train, became a wanderer.
But finally, I found my place.
As a DJ spinning tunes in a crowded space,
Lost in the rhythm, I finally feel alive,
In the beats and melodies, I thrive.
in the beats and melodies, I thrive.
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