This is the last song ever written
About trains and brains and rain.
Ain’t it a sin?
For these good lyrics
I have no fears.
They’ve all got roles and plots and gears
They have for years.
Train is running around in my brains.
Rain is flowing around in my veins.
Tears are running down my face
For the last stupid song.
Let’s get on board
This scattered brain.
Folks drunk as poets all sound the same
But don’t be afraid.
For this surprise
If he was with us
Is that we played this track for you
And please some tears.
Train is running around in my brains.
Rain iss flowing around in my veins.
Tears are running down my face
For the last stupid song.