Trains - Jill Sobule

Tie me to the track with my ear to the rail

But wait for the very last moment to save me

Or we could fight on top like a Western

Jump from car to car, not noticing the tunnel is approaching

And when were' in the tunnel you become another person

And we lay down and let the darkness enfold us

Trains, I wish I was on that train

I wish I was on that train with you

Trains, there’s something about a train

That always makes me think of you

On the Peking to Paris, you’re a sculptor, I’m an heiress

I’m running from my husband, you’re running from the law

But there’s agents at the border so I hide you in my cabin

Of course I let you spend the night not knowing who you are

And when I let you out, you become another person

And we lay down and let the darkness enfold us

Trains, I wish I was on that train

I wish I was on that train with you

Trains, there’s something about a train

That always makes me think of you

Wish I was on that train

Wish I was on that train

Wish I was on that train with you

We’re two hobos on the boxcar, you and your five o’clock shadow

Me and my harmonica and a duffel on a stick

Or you’re a soldier coming back from the war

I’m the lover waiting on the platform

It’s so steamy you’re not sure it’s me waving

And when I close my eyes, I become another person

And we lay down and let the darkness enfold us