Left Behind
I guess we'll all just board the train,
This warm December night.
THe station's always in our head,
But always out of sight.
I guess it's just another, mind we've left behind
I guess it's just another, toy that we can't find.
I guess we'll all just write our checks,
And cash away today.
Because nothing's ever in our head,
When nothing's in our way.
I guess it's just anohter, mind we've left behind
I guess it's just another, toy that we can't find.
Take your time, next in line,
Now we feel, that it's not real.