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”
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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