When the lightning strikes my dear I have to be on my way I know what I have to do but I won't know what to say I pack my bags in the dead of night And I kiss you farewell I say goodbye to the smoky wind And so long to the greater sky When you hear the ghosttrain whistle In the middle of the night I'll be out of mind And you'll be out of sight And now I am a refugee In the darkness of myself I disappeared without a trace In the triangle of my fears I always wondered who I am But I've never really know I'm a hundred miles away from you But a thousand miles from me Stop the world for a day or two Until I know who I am I walk along the winding tracks Until I'm in your arms And when the smoke around me Slowly starts to lift I see you on the platform I whistle as we cheer