Little Trains

And it started in the garden

Where the evening moon gnomes glow

After chasing foreign races

That were all that he could know

He'd see them race out from the gutter

To the magic princess land

And he'd follow them back to their town

And grab them by the hand

They pull him into forest fires

Of songs and dance and love

And he felt right in their company

That he was unworthy of

And after leaving them one perfect day

And going to his home

He missed the love and songs and magic

So he'd make them in his home

He'd close his eyes and wake up screaming

They weren't his gnomely friends at all

The projector in his higher brain

Was not what he could recall

They sang him songs of death and sadness

And tied him to the ground

On his own he'd sit, on a park bench

He was never homeward bound

He felt a hand upon his shoulder

It was a man who had been near

He said son, i'll show you round the world

If you wait right here for me

So he took the man as virtuous

And let him show him round

Showed him sights and fights and all the lights

Of a city broken down

Son, heres the life you could have lived

With the broken windows, and shady streets

Would you rather live, in your own mind

Than sleep on the concrete?