I ride this train
in the windswept afternoon
and the sunlight warms the faces
of the faithless who are waiting.
I ride this train
but I need a conversation
Mozambique was it?
They’re unique about it
You pick the subject and I’ll listen to you.
People tell me that I feel too much
But I don’t care,I don’t care
People tell me that I need too much
But I don’t care,I don’t care
I ride this train
in a dreamlike state of mind
through a field of frozen memories
imagination racing.
I ride this train
but I need to make connections
no I wasn’t staring
I was only trying to get some substance
to get some meaning.
Pleople tell me that I feel too much
but I don’t care,I don’t care
Pleople tell me that I need too much
but I don’t care,I don’t care
People tell me that I feel too much
but I don’t care,no I don’t care
As I ride this train.
(repeat to fade)
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