i tune my strings to an old electric organnnthat sits inside the basement in the dustnnit used to sing such sweet and honest hymnsnnbut now its lost the will to speaknnnnits lost its willnnnni took the train headed eastbound to chicagonnjust to say that i wasn't alonennbut in the eyes of a hundred-thousand strangersnni never felt so far from homennnnso far from homennnnturn your wheels you silent giantnnand take me somewhere newnnturn your wheels you silent giantnnand take me somewhere bluennnni passed a man perched on a milk-crate in the citynnwailing on a saxophonennas i passed, and the music drifted upwardsnnsuddenly i wasn't alone