The engine grinds its song, One lonesome drone The arrow of slumber drawn - He’ll sink below One man alone Is it a dream? Dreams bought and sold Now he’s out there, on his own A man on fortune’s road The plains are his alone The hills erupt with gold There is a flame, It’s whispering his name. One land below Is it a dream? Fire and gold. He finds himself in a dance A burning romance. As the blaze swallows his hopes, He’ll sink below.