Maybe it means something
That all I think about are trains
Or could it be that I just need one thing
To mark the change of night and day?

Or maybe my mind is bored
With no passage I can enjoy
These pearls might be [bad word] too tight
All dressed up ready for the ride
I wait under station lights
The train [bad word] 
Maybe I miss the snap and the scream
Of the ocean washing over me
I’m not a part of any one thing
And all of [bad word] has made me

Early morning rain smell’s well worn
Ice of winter [bad word] and gone
These pearls might be [bad word] too tight
All dressed and ready for the ride
I wait under station lights
The train [bad word] 
Between days, between nights
All dressed up and ready for the fight
I’m standing there under station lights
The train [bad word] Why should I get all decked out
For the world’s biggest let down
Why should I get all decked out
When the train [bad word]