We are riding on a railroad, singing some else's song
Forever standing by the cross road. Take a side and step along.
We are sailing away on a river to the sea. Maybe you an me can meet again.
We are riding on a railroad, singing someone else's song Sing along.
Time to time I tire of the life that I've been leading
Town to town, day by day
There's a man up here who claims to have his hands upon the reins.
There are chains upon his hands and he's riding upon a train.
We are riding on a railroad, singing some else's song
Forever standing by the cross road. Take a side and step along.
We are sailing away on a river to the sea. Maybe you an me can meet again.
We are riding on a railroad, singing someone else's song.
[instrumental and fade].
I think he's saying that life doesn't really make sense, that he's living a life not entirely his - prescribed by society, etc. and that even those who claim to be enlightened are similarly enmeshed. The crossroad suggests that there is a different way to go.