Wind through the window,
come sing me a song.
Show me the way to go home.
I've been disconnected,
loved and rejected,
travelling inside of my soul.

And I've clenched my fist
and I've cried for love
and I've prayed for the other souls out of control
and the answers that came from above.

And it's good to be lonely sometimes,
it's better than nothing at all.
It's good to be lonely sometimes,
at least I'm prepared for the fall
and it's better than nothing at all.
It's good to be lonely.

Rain on the train tracks,
the beat of my heart,
the rhythm of life carries on,
in memories and dreams
of the faces and places,
I know I'll always belong.

And I've clenched my fist
and I've cried for love
and I've prayed for the other souls out of control