The newsboy hocks his paper tales of acrobats and science fairs Coffee vendors count the beans And rearrange tomorrow’s chairs High above the whiskeys dive And swoon like summer birds Well apart from bartenders Who neither shake nor stir I’m on this train Hey, this train here Me and a hundred different guys Sharing the same fear I’m on this train Yeah, the first train out And I should be full of love and pride But I’m just full of doubt I’m on this train On the street the mailman hates The front yard dogs replace their teeth The parcel van delivery man Already stoned beyond belief Shakers move and movers shake And cut you with the pen Here the devil buys your soul And he sells it back again I’m on this train Hey, this train here Me and a hundred different guys Sharing the same fear I’m on this train Yeah, the first train out And I should be full of love and pride But I’m just full of doubt Long before her morning I’ll be gone Maybe she will think of me But not the train I’m on And all the world’s a different place for you Shopping Malls and haircuts is important stuff to do I’m on this train Hey, this train here Me and a hundred different guys Sharing the same fear I’m on this train Yeah, the first train out And I should be full of love and pride But I’m just full of doubt I’m on this train