I dig a dollar out of my pockets I need two more before the train gets here I see the white, the red, the green lights glowing In the distance How come everybody really cares? About getting old before they get there? Burn your money, pluck your teeth, your hair So you can live today by planning ahead So I'll ride this train across town to Gather my thoughts to comfort you I'll take my time with these words 'Cause everybody's flying by with something Something prove