The Train I'm Waiting For Is Running Late

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
chances are i’ll be all alone
unless of course i plant my feet in stone
but i made a wish and i hope it do come true
that my aimless soul finds a home to settle into
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