The Train

Should I get a hold on this,

the old man said,

this train is coming his way.

He’s got pounds of nothing in a box,

it’s so heavy,

I’d throw it away - lalala.

Gonna paint my face bright blue,

and find a car, drive it down the coast...

real slow.

So if you think you have the time

please cut loose, pack your bags and come,

I’m gonna leave today.

We’ll fly away.

Leave no tracks for anyone to find us.

Let’s set out, no asking why

and go as far as anyone has gone,

leave the phantoms of our lives behind to cry.

Lalala…

I’ve got a hat on,

do you like my shoes?

Hop aboard, here we go… away.

Snow lies on a grassy slope,

sun shines bright,

carries it to sea,

way down the river.

Just had a bottle of wine, I’m in the mood,

won’t you have some too?

Please have some too.