Blurry, like a rail-road journey
You get down so
You need the music that it brings
You've got someone in your head
Another in your business
And several in your open arms
Sometime, sometime

Maybe you'll pin nothing else on me
I get down sometimes
And I am perforated plenty
Hits you on the train
You don't know where your heading to
Or even where you started out from

And no one ever talks to me like you do
I don't like what you say, but at least it's true
No, yeah
Oh, yeah