Riding backwards on a train in a sleeper car, you see where you’ve been and where you are.
You’re surprised by tunnels, don’t know where they’ll end. Better trust the ride ‘til then.
Weeping cherry, willow weeps, everything ends and nothing keeps.
You want to to make it right, but you can’t go back; just a one way ticket on a one way…
Weeping cherry, willow weeps, everything ends and nothing keeps.
Don’t hold on, don’t look back, it’s just a one way ticket on a one way track.
Lift my eye to the candy cotton sky, ‘til that destination station, just passing by.
And every highway song for this trip we’re on goes “reach out, and sing along.”
Weeping cherry…
We see the graffiti but we’re speeding too fast to read the meaning and the message as we roll on past.
And there’s nothing outside that you can take from this ride, so pay attention to what lasts.
Weeping cherry…