Train True [Lennie's Song] lyrics

Well, I was standing on the train tracks

On a midnight blue

Trying to remember where I left my shoes

And in a natural way

My thoughts returned to you

So I walked into a honky-tonk jukebox saloon

To reflect on my losses and rock to some tunes

I thought it all through

Then I figured out what to do

I’d start working for the train, train, feedly-dang

Feedle-otten-deeten-do dangy-do

Feedle-otten-deeten-do ding train true

I started working for the train when I was looking for you

Sprung from the ward

Steel brainpan, pity-pity

Looked you up in Freehold for a face that I could trust

The foreman said you’d left out

In some kind of state

He pointed at the office

It was already late!

I smoothed down my hair

And went to talk to the boss

He was weary, short-tempered

And had one eye on the clock

He said I had just seconds to make my case

I put one hand on his shoulder

And stuck the other in his face

And I said "feelings, feelings, are somewhat symptomatic

Of societal abrasions that conform electric static”

He said, “Son I don’t think you have that much of a brain”

I said, “You’ve got to have a brain when you’re working for the train”

It’s a long run to Trenton

When you start about five

Some folks are tired and hungry

Some are barely alive

But when that engine starts pumping

Those familiar tones

I don’t care where the train is going

Cuz I’m already home

I spent a long year

Dancing up and down that aisle

Pestering my savior just to let me see your smile

The salesman was drunk

My training shot to the fore

I put my shoulder in his gut

And knocked his samples on the floor

And I said "feelings, feelings, are somewhat symptomatic

Of societal abrasions that conform electric static”

He said, “Son I don’t think you have that much of a brain”

I said, “You’ve got to have a brain when you’re working for the train”

Train, train, feedly-dang

Feedle-otten-deeten-do dangy-do

Feedle-otten-deeten-do ding train true

I started working for the train when I was looking for you

The Princeton Junction Depot

Is straight known to be staid

They wear Hound’s-tooth and khaki

Most have already paid

I looked under my visor

My heart stopped like it got froze

Lipstick like a ‘60s ‘Vette

And polish on your toes

You had half of a smile

Watching me shakin’ like a hound

As triumpth filled my body

Missing love had been found

I whooped and called “Metuchen”

As I stepped through the door

I put my hands around your hips

And kissed you then and ever more

And I said "feelings, feelings, are somewhat symptomatic

Of societal abrasions that conform electric static”

She said, “Some folks say you don’t have much of a brain

But you’ve got to have a brain ‘cause you’re working for the train"

Train, train, feedly-dang

Feedle-otten-deeten-do dangy-do

Feedle-otten-deeten-do ding train true

I started working for the train when I was looking for you

I started working for the train, train, feedly-dang

Feedle-otten-deeten-do dangy-do

Feedle-otten-deeten-do ding train true

And now I’ve finally found you

I’ve finally found you

I’ve finally found you

I’ve finally found you