Hop on a fast train out of town. Downside up and Upside down. Going fast is going slow. What could have been we'll never know. In this place that has no name I can't remember why I came. Then I hear you whisper low: one more mile to Jericho. Nothing is ever what it seems when you live inside your dreams. The walls will tumble. The walls will tumble but I'm not gonna cry. My heart won't crumble. My heart won't crumble if we ever say goodbye. Everybody gets the joke. Where's the fire? Where's the smoke? Money, love and jealousy. Something's got a hold on me but I will follow where you go: one more mile to Jericho. One more mile. One more kiss. One more word. One more wish. (And love will save us) This I know from this place called Jericho.