Woorden: The Fray. Vienna.

(Slade) the day?s last one-way ticket train pulls in
we smile for the casual closure capturing
here comes the downpour
there goes my fare thee well
there?s really no way to reach me
?cause i?m already gone
there?s only so many words that we could say
spoken upon long-distance melody
this is my hello
this is my goodness
there?s really no way to reach me
?cause i?m already gone
maybe in five or ten yours and mine will meet again
straighten this whole thing out
maybe then honesty need not be feared as a friend or an enemy
but this is the distance
and this is my gameface
there?s really no way to reach me
'cause I?m already gone
so this is your maverick
and this is vienna