I’m On This Train

There’s a [big car/wreck/full car] on a Monday morning

Hour starts the whole thing on

The early bird is yawning

And those worms are pretty too

Even gillies phone in sick

Wish I could make that call

What the hell by two o’clock

I’m climbing up the wall

I’m on this train

Yeah, this train here

Me and and a hundred different guys

Sharing the same fear

I’m on this train

The first train out

And I should be full of hope and pride

But I’m just full of doubt

The newsboy hocks his tales of acrobats and science fairs

Coffee vendors count the beans

And rearrange tomorrow’s chairs

High above the whiskey dive

And swoon like summer birds

Far apart from bartenders

Who neither shake nor stir

Long before her morning

I’ll be gone

Maybe she will think of me

But not the train I’m on

Now all the world’s

A different place to you

We’ll work out all the haircuts

Is important stuff to do

On the street the mailman hates

The front yard dogs replace their teeth

The parcel van delivery man

Already stoned beyond belief

Shakers move and movers shake

They cut you with the pen

Here the devil buys your soul

And he sells it back again