Well, I was standing on the train tracks
On a midnight blue
Trying to remember where I left my shoes
And in a natural way
My thoughts returned to you
So I walked into a honky-tonk jukebox saloon
To reflect on my losses and rock to some tunes
I thought it all through
Then I figured out what to do
I'd start working for the train, train, feedly-dang
Feedle-otten Deeten-do Dangy-do
Feedle-otten Deeten-do Ding-Train-True
I started working for the train when I was looking for you
Sprung from the ward
Steel brainpan, pity-pity
Looked you up in Freehold for a face that I could trust
The foreman said you'd left out
In some kind of state
He pointed at the office
It was already late!
I smoothed down my hair
And went to talk to the boss
He was weary, short-tempered
And had one eye on the clock
He said I had just seconds to make my case
I put one hand on his shoulder
And stuck the other in his face
And I said:
“Feelings, feelings, are somewhat symptomatic of societal abrasions that conform electric static”
He said, “Son I don't think you have that much of a brain”
I said, “You've got to have a brain when you're working for the train”
It's a long run to Trenton
When you start about five
Some folks are tired and hungry
Some are barely alive
But when that engine starts pumping
Those familiar tones
I don't care where the train is going
Cuz I'm already home
I spent a long year
Dancing up and down that aisle
Pestering my savior just to let me see your smile
The salesman was drunk
My training shot to the fore
I put my shoulder in his gut
And knocked his samples on the floor
And I said:
“Feelings, feelings, are somewhat symptomatic of societal abrasions that conform electric static”
He said, “Son I don't think you have that much of a brain”
I said, “You've got to have a brain when you're working for the train”
Train, train, feedly-dang
Feedle-otten Deeten-do Dangy-do
Feedle-otten Deeten-do Ding-Train-True
I started working for the train when I was looking for you
The Princeton Junction Depot
Is straight known to be staid
They wear Hound's-tooth and khaki
Most have already paid
I looked under my visor
My heart stopped like it got froze
Lipstick like a ‘60s ‘Vette
And polish on your toes
You had half of a smile
Watching me shakin' like a hound
As triumpth filled my body
Missing love had been found
I whooped and called “Metuchen”
As I stepped through the door
I put my hands around your hips
And kissed you then and ever more
And I said:
“Feelings, feelings, are somewhat symptomatic of societal abrasions that conform electric static”
She said, “Some folks say you don't have much of a brain” But “You've got to have a brain ‘cause you're working for the train”
Train, train, feedly-dang
Feedle-otten Deeten-do Dangy-do
Feedle-otten Deeten-do Ding-Train-True
I started working for the train when I was looking for you
I started working for the
Train, train, feedly-dang
Feedle-otten Deeten-do Dangy-do
Feedle-otten Deeten-do Ding-Train-True
And now I've finally found you
I've finally found you
I've finally found you
I've finally found you
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