Where We Used To Play

I might seem a bit peculiar A bit not right For though I try, I remain a stranger – not of this time. I swear I'm almost there Though I've been wandering for days. I may be chasing ghost trains hoping they'll arrive Where we used to play. I may be hopping ghost trains for they terminate Where we used to play in those days. I know I'm with strangers I recognize and I realize my own disowned me. Were never mine. I swear I'm almost there. This is right where we used to play. I may be chasing ghost trains hoping they'll arrive Where we used to play. I may be hopping ghost trains for they terminate Where we used to play in those days. I never will let it go until I find the place I called mine. I never was truly meant for this time.