Stone churches and iron gates and the face of soldier
who guards his lord in front of the palace
these are like you, these always stay
but trains and women are made to travel
Because wo-o-oo...
Because women and trains are made to travel
You stand like a mountain and you never change
The rails call for me so let's say goodbye
Doors are for us, to enter and exit
Because trains and women are made to travel
Because wo-o-oo...
Because women and trains are made to travel
Don't think that the door cries when it's closed
it's just supposed to creak silently when leaving
And those aren't tears the mountain pours
They are creations of spring when she's smelting ice
Because wo-o-oo...
Because women and trains are made to travel