Swedish Inland

If truth was a brake the train wouldn't have gone
Wouldn't have started, would never move on
Truth isn't a brake so when the clock struck half past five
We rolled along the iron line lost in mind

Lost in the land I know I know
Iron lines and up we go

The sky was so dark and the Sun did shine so bright
The forests were so green like we already were in July
In my mind I saw myself with my head stuck in the sand
While the train took me deeper into the Swedish inland

Passengers thinned out the further up we got
The forest thickened the further up we got

A woman jumped off somewhere in the Swedish inland
She walked down the platform and she was met by her man
He threw his arms around her and grabbed her hand
They walked down the platform somewhere in the Swedish inland

What is there to do? I don't think I will fit
To be unalterable when the seasons shift

Solitary farms and roads full of holes
Do not fear loneliness myself I have told
Solitary eyes of a person misunderstood
An extinct dove bird in a land of love

What is there to do? I don't think I will fit
To be unalterable when the seasons shift
How can I roll?
How can I roll?