I’m sitting in the station and I’m waiting for the last train to call and I can’t stand it anymore cuz I’ve been waiting here so long check the clock again it seems the hands don’t spin… Little boy’s shaking in the corner and he’s clapping his hands to the beat In the luminescent shine of the fresh waxed floor he can see his little tapping feet And maybe for a coin or two he’ll sing your favorite song for you With the soul of a man and a little tin pan he sings the only lullabye he can and it goes Lu lu lu lu lu lu lu lu lu lu lu lu lu lu bye bye... Woke up this morning half an hour late with my pants tucked into my shoes I tried so hard to make an impression But my gut was angry from the frustration of an unsuccessful breakfast and all my bones tried to fill in the rest Little glitter falling from the fingers of the boy in the shadows. He spins around the tracks and the travelers. Like some ancient doll spinning tales and stories With the soul of a man and a little tin pan he sings the only lullubye he can Little boy is dangling from the bars of the loftbed again He’s got my neck entangled in his skinny legs and spinning…