You may think you can cash in your prize for money
Beat the player at his own dirty game
Pick up your suitcase, and just walk right back out the station
Go home and lock the door, draw the blinds, hide and pretend things are still the same
But that's not true, that's not true you know
That's not you every day from here to eternity
There's a road outside your door
And it leads to something more
And deep in you, you know
When you hear that whistle blow
Even you
Will go running
To the call
You might think you're not ready to get started
Too many things to pack, plans to make, people to leave behind
But that don't matter, because none of it will be there in the morning
So all that's left for you to do is face the night
It's gonna blow
Like the wind, like a volcano
By the time you hear it, it'll be too late to run
And somehow you'll know
When it's about time for you to go
And you'll gladly
Go running
To the call
