On the hard fast train On the road to gain Something gets right through to your telling bone There's a sudden itch An electric twitch Sometimes I swear this body's got a mind of it's own You meet the silent type On a windy trail With a shiny cloak and an unseen silver dagger You can talk till you ache Give yourself one more break You can tell by the look on his face that it just doesn't matter This is the naked truth This is the light There's only one place left to go Auberge Give me a weeke (guitaretab.com)