It hurts so bad inside - dialing into
The payphone that's outside of the show
'Cause everywhere I go
My head is just a wreck - and it's no secret
I've been dealing with it, but all I know
Is that I want to go

To the end of the line
But it's obviously time
To stop this empty train
And let somebody in.

A hundred thousand nights - always moving
To finally feel alright
But so unsure if it will endure

To the end of the line
But it's obviously time
To stop this empty train
And let somebody in.

Cause even here tonight
Where I'm so wound up inside,
I know that it's time - it's time.