Train Wreck


Railway line, runnin’ (right) on time, here cums the choo-choo.
Sittin’ alone, mindin’ my own, under the thumbscrew.
Runaway Jane, pullin’ a train, (on the) wrong side o’the tracks.
Hard cinder dicks, fine-tooth comb picks, want “just the facts (ma’am)”

The gravy train left long ago, left me standin’ on the platform.
Too late to switch, too late to jump: it’s the calm before the storm.
Waitin’ for the

Train wreck.

Losers weepers ‘n’ heavy sleepers, carry me home.
Turntable spinnin’, who am I kiddin’? I’m no Casey Jones.
Trains of thought, all for naught, not worth the candle.
Seein’ red, full steam ahead, broken dead man’s handle.

The gravy train left long ago, left me standin’ on the platform.
Too late to stop, can’t help but watch: it’s the perfect doom-porn storm.
Here comes the

CHORUS

©14.12.2017 Andrew Robert Chapman

Trains of thought, all for naught, bell, book and candle.
Trains of thought, all for naught, burnin’ the candle.
Trains of thought, all for naught, can’t hold a candle.
Trains of thought, all for naught, rage like a vandal.
Sittin’ alone, mindin’ my own, all outta the blue.
Sittin’ alone, mindin’ my own, all change at Crewe.
Sittin’ alone, mindin’ my own, twiddling/under the thumbscrew.
Waitin’ in line, runnin’ (right) on time, here cums the choo-choo.
Hot steamy tricks, hard cinder dicks, want “just the facts (ma’am)”
Losers weepers ‘n’ heavy sleepers, take me back home.

set in train


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