Train True (Lennie's Song)

Well, I was standing on the train tracks
 On a midnight blue
 Trying to remember where I left my shoes
 And in a natural way
 My thoughts returned to you
 So I walked into a honky-tonk jukebox saloon
 To reflect on my losses and rock to some tunes
 I thought it all through
 Then I figured out what to do
 I'd start working for the train, train, feedly-dang
 Feedle-otten Deeten-do Dangy-do
 Feedle-otten Deeten-do Ding-Train-True
 I started working for the train when I was looking for you
 Sprung from the ward
 Steel brainpan, pity-pity
 Looked you up in Freehold for a face that I could trust
 The foreman said you'd left out
 In some kind of state
 He pointed at the office
 It was already late!
 I smoothed my hair down
 And went to talk to the boss
 He was weary, short-tempered
 And had one eye on the clock
 He said I had just seconds to make my case
 I put one hand on his shoulder
 And stuck the other in his face
 And I said, "Feelings, feelings
 Are somewhat symptomatic of societal
 Abrasions that conform electric static"
 He said, "Son I don't think you have that much of a brain"
 I said, "You've got to have a brain when you're working for the train"
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 It's a long run to Trenton
 When you start about five
 Some folks are tired and hungry
 Some are barely alive
 But when that engine starts pumping
 Those familiar tones
 I don't care where the train is going
 'Cause I'm already home
 I spent a long year
 Dancing up and down that aisle
 Pestering my savior just to let me see your smile
 The salesman was drunk
 My training shot to the fore
 I put my shoulder in his gut
 And knocked his samples on the floor
 And I said, "Feelings, feelings
 Are somewhat symptomatic of societal
 Abrasions that conform electric static"
 He said, "Son I don't think you have that much of a brain"
 I said, "You've got to have a brain when you're working for the train"
 Train, train, feedly-dang
 Feedle-otten Deeten-do Dangy-do
 Feedle-otten Deeten-do Ding-Train-True
 I started working for the train when I was looking for you
 The Princeton Junction Depot
 Is straight known to be staid
 They wear Hound's-tooth and khaki
 Most have already paid
 I looked under my visor
 My heart stopped like it got froze
 Lipstick like a '60s 'Vette
 And polish on your toes
 You had half of a smile
 Watching me shakin' like a hound
 As triumpth filled my body
 Missing love had been found
 I whooped and called "Metuchen"
 As I stepped through the door
 I put my hands around your hips
 And kissed you then and ever more
 And I said: "Feelings, feelings
 Are somewhat symptomatic of societal
 Abrasions that conform electric static"
 She said, "Some folks say you don't have much of a brain"
 "But you've got to have a brain 'cause you're working for the train"
 Train, train, feedly-dang
 Feedle-otten Deeten-do Dangy-do
 Feedle-otten Deeten-do Ding-Train-True
 I started working for the train when I was looking for you
 Yeah I started working for the
 Train, train, feedly-dang
 Feedle-otten Deeten-do Dangy-do
 Feedle-otten Deeten-do Ding-Train-True
 I started working for the train and now I've finally found you
 Yeah, I've finally found you
 Yeah, I've finally found you
 Yeah, I've finally found you
 Woo
 I've finally found you