Two witches are siting and bitching about guys
A man whose face lined he once was a junkie
A shimmer of rays through dark northern skies
Enter the tunnel as a baby it cries
And the train moves on and the train moves on
And the train moves on and the train moves on
A woman she sits with sunglasses eyes
The bully returns stinking of nicotine
He looks at me menacingly, turns to her and smiles
And whispers he's sorry as she smiles at their child
And the train moves on and the train moves on
And the train moves on and the train moves on
I knew from the minute that I saw his face
That he was the last person I wanted to sit with me
He opened his mouth and words upon breath
Destined to sting me and bore me to death
And the train moves on and the train moves on
And the train moves on and the train moves on
The angelic waitress she floats down the aisle
Her perfume it lingers as she pours out the coffee
She winks at me as she wipes off the stain
As we slice through the rain tempest into bright light again
The angelic waitress she floats down the aisle
Her perfume it lingers as she pours out the coffee
She winks at me as she wipes off the stain
As we slice through the rain tempest into bright light again
And the train moves on and the train moves on
And the train moves on and the train moves on

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