The newsboy hocks his paper tales of acrobats and science fairs
Coffee vendors count the beans
And rearrange tomorrow’s chairs
High above the whiskeys dive
And swoon like summer birds
Well apart from bartenders
Who neither shake nor stir
I’m on this train
Hey, this train here
Me and a hundred different guys
Sharing the same fear
I’m on this train
Yeah, the first train out
And I should be full of love and pride
But I’m just full of doubt
I’m on this train
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
And cut you with the pen
Here the devil buys your soul
And he sells it back again
I’m on this train
Hey, this train here
Me and a hundred different guys
Sharing the same fear
I’m on this train
Yeah, the first train out
And I should be full of love and pride
But I’m just full of doubt
Long before her morning
I’ll be gone
Maybe she will think of me
But not the train I’m on
And all the world’s a different place for you
Shopping Malls and haircuts
is important stuff to do
I’m on this train
Hey, this train here
Me and a hundred different guys
Sharing the same fear
I’m on this train
Yeah, the first train out
And I should be full of love and pride
But I’m just full of doubt
I’m on this train