heady thought eating up his head

he's got an aimless heart and a stomach underfed

you can scratch that itch but you know it's coming back

a man whose heart is nowhere can't sit back



and this man he wants to know

where the hell he's supposed to go

he keeps waiting for that train

but it's running late



sorry dear, i know i've been a ghost

but once my brain gets going there's no control

i try to read, watch t.v.

i play my role domestically

i see people going places i should be



and this man he wants to know

where the hell he's supposed to go

he keeps waiting for that train

but it's running late

it's running late