Look at all the plans I made
   Falling down like scraps of paper
   I will leave them where they lie to remind me
   From the past a rumour comes
   Don't let it keep draggin' you down
   Throw the memory in an open fire
   You'll be free
  
   Roll back the tombstone
   Let the saints appear
   Roll back the tombstone
   Make a new man out of me
  
   Beware the passenger
   The train already left the station
   We are neither at home nor at work
   We are moving
   Listen to the howling of steel
   A face betraying no emotion
   Like you never had a chance to be
   Wild and free
  
   Roll back the tombstone
   Let the saints appear
   Roll back the tombstone
   Till the Lone Ranger rides again
   Rides again in your mind
  
   Rode across the open plain
   All the way and back again