Listen
Listen to the rhythm
The mechanics and the beat
Wheels of the train sounds under the feet
The music of a disco moving on the rails
Rhythm never changes neither do the tales
She is sittin' there before me
No expression on her face
We are moving in a straight line
She is out in space
I really wanna talk, where will I begin
With the countries that I've been to
And the state that I'm in
I'm about to say 'I love you,
That it's you I really need'
When we pull into a station
You get up and leave
'I'll see ya sometime'
I venture to say
'I'll see ya sometime'
I venture to say
'I'll see ya sometime'
I venture to say
I always get braver when you're movin' away
I always get braver when you're movin' away
Trains - strange
Sick of movin' in a straight line
Sick of movin' in a straight line
Sick of movin' in a straight line
I wanna get off!
I wanna get off!
There's football teams and baby screams
And transistors roarin'
There's money scenes, poker fiends
And a lone drunkard snorin'
Listen
Listen
Listen to the rhythm
The mechanics and the beat
Wheels of the train sounds under the feet
The music of a disco moving on the rails
Rhythm never changes neither do the tales
Trains, trains, trains, trains
Trains, trains, trains, trains ...

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