I recently had the realization
That I always dream about trains
That I've been haunted by the rails
For the last twenty-one years

Because I fear
That I’ll always be trapped in transit
That I'll never get
Where I want to be

I don't even know where I want to be
I don’t even know where I want to be
I don't even know where I want to be
I don't even know where I want to bе

Because you know
Even thе most beautiful, fake rose
Couldn't grow half an inch
In the sunlight

And the more the think about it
The more you realize
That's more or less the same as being dead
I don't know

I don't even know where I want to be
I don't even know where I want to be
I don’t even know where I want to be
I don’t even know where I want to be
(Spike knows that Twilight is in a good mood, and invites her to a rave)