Have I struck a nerve? Did I make you think? Can you sleep at night with a one track mind? Passengers, riding on the rain. Have I struck a nerve? Did I make you think? Can you sleep at night with a one track mind? Hearing static, building in my ears, vacant stares, through hollow years, progression haults for it's only change. All alone, we are sand to stone. We are all alone to a place we can never call home again. Passengers, riding on the rain.