heady thought eating up his head
he's got an aimless heart and a stomach underfed
you can scratch that itch but you know it's coming back
a man whose heart is nowhere can't sit back
and this man he wants to know
where the hell he's supposed to go
he keeps waiting for that train
but it's running late
sorry dear, i know i've been a ghost
but once my brain gets going there's no control
i try to read, watch t.v.
i play my role domestically
i see people going places i should be
and this man he wants to know
where the hell he's supposed to go
he keeps waiting for that train
but it's running late
it's running late