Chaos Con Queso Where The Train Tracks End
I'll board this train
Take it wherever it leads
I have nowhere else to go
I have nowhere else to go
He said he'd board this train...
These compartments are empty
These tracks are faded
These gates are empty
His place is empty
I'll board this train
Take it wherever it leads
If he came here now
The train would be on its way
He won't ever take this train
He won't ever let it lead
Wherever these tracks want to go
Is not where he'd be!
These compartments are empty
These tracks are faded
These gates are empty
This station's empty
These compartments are packed!
But I'm still empty!
I'll stay this empty!
I'll stay!
Board this train...
