(Ba-du-dum, ba-ba-badoy) Fare thee well, little lady Trains are carrying me One and a two, three and a four thousand miles Miles from you1 Thought I tried my best To be your man Can't you see, can't you feel that burning into my soul? Don't you understand? Love is a basket of light Grasp it so tight Shining bright just ain't right to be caught in the night Caught in the basket of light2