When you climb mountains so high
And you can't pretend
When the time's passed by
Every story you have to defend
There's a wrong way you could go
And you've got to be strong
Everyday you will know
We'll there's nowhere you can belong
Standing at the station
Always waiting, he's an immigrant son
Staring, concentrating
Almost breaking, he's an immigrant son
Wonder where he's going
Some day he'll be back here again and be
Standing at the station
Always waiting, he's an immigrant son
Though you're just passing by chance
Anyone you can befriend
When you're breaking the trance
It's no beginning, no middle, no end
It's something that you won't forget
It's a thing you'll never see
Well, you won't feel there's any regret
You can be what you wanted to be
Endless journey, going nowhere
No salvation, no one will care
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