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
