I'm leaving here on the morning train and I'll never see this world again.

Oh- I've felt pleasure and I've felt pain.
And I know now that I can never be the same.

How I wonder why the world can be so cold.
And if only good die young, then left with me cruel here to grow old.

And I've felt pleasure and I've felt pain.
And I know now that I can never be the same.

And if someday, I find my peace of mind, I will share my wealth with all of human kind.

Well I've felt pleasure and I've felt pain.
And I know now that I can never be the same.

So if the sun does shine or rain does fall, I give thanks I've had my sight to see through it all.

Oh- I've felt pleasure and I've felt pain.
And I know now that I can never be the same.