Mr. Train, you've got nerve to talk now
Frame by frame, lumbering by
As you run with the river on your right
It's water blurred in the morning light
There you go on the two and the one
Always in the same direction
I've got tricks burning holes in my sleeves
From a place you just can't go
Mr. Train, where did you sleep last night
In the car in a small town
When you wake with the sun in your face
Different stop, same place
Are you pleased with sum of the parts
Are you pleased with the story arc
There you go on the two and the one
Always in the same direction
I've got tricks burning holes in my sleeves
From a place you just can't go