Mr. Train, you've got nerve to talk now Frame by frame, lumbering by As you run with the river on your right It's water blurred in the morning light There you go on the two and the one Always in the same direction I've got tricks burning holes in my sleeves From a place you just can't go Mr. Train, where did you sleep last night When you wake with the sun in your face Different stop, same place Are you pleased with sum of the parts Are you pleased with the story arc There you go on the two and the one Always in the same direction I've got tricks burning holes in my sleeves From a place you just can't go