We must keep on moving down the lane, Past the memories left on the train. This isn't the time to refrain; Your heart is already well trained. Leaving people, ending lives, making life so stale— This is just a tale. People move, people come, people go, And you can't deny this; You can't say no. We gotta pace up— We can't go with the flow. The story is never ending; There is no end or snow. This isn't a place for freeflow. Let it be, Let it go, Before it gets stale, Before your skin gets pale. Let her go.