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.