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 a 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 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 cause 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, "Sir, I don't think you've got much of a brain." I said, "You've got to have a brain when you're working for the train." 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 sixties Vette and polish on your toes You had half of a smile watching me shakin' like a hound as triumph seized my body missing love had been found 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 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 Train, train, feedly-dang Feedle-otten deeten-do dangy-do Feedle-otten deeten-do ding-train-true I started working for the train and now I've finally found you I've finally found you I've finally found you I've finally found you