"The Way Back" lyrics

All these people are related
The room where I stay is cold in the day
I sympathize with their crumbed ideas
No one believes me anyway
Suddenly the train stops
Silently

I came in through the creak of the door
The god of light was in my hand
So long to California
I'm out
I'm in a very distant land
And your lunch money is lying there
It's there upon the way back
It's there upon the way back
It's there upon the way back

When you realize no one's listening
It takes the fine turn of your head
Then it's like the turn of the final screw
You packed your bags and the last word was said
And your lunch money is lying there
That's the power of the way back