Well we're going on a train Heading up to maine And we cannot quite explain Filling in the lines Trying different wines Shipping ourselves across time What happened to The days when we were young Ice cream replaced with Honey bee humming birds Turning right round baby right round Gotta play it safe Gotta take it easy, gotta play it greasy Get a night light So we're working for the man Making our own plan And we've found ourselves at ease Taking little pills Trying to pay bills And the moon is always still When I wake up - from this dream I never will be going back You take your money right now And I'll take my backpack We'll see who lives the life The one we've always wanted Money is only relative It will not feed your hunger So we're going on a train Heading up to maine And we cannot quite explain Filling in the lines Trying different wines Shipping ourselves across time And we arrived Not in haste