Against a woollen sweater that was blue
That’s all that I remember of you
Before you learned to walk,
I learned [bad word] Guess the ants really go marching one by one
When a train rolls in
The doors open I get in
Last night I had
pleasant nightmare
Na,na,na,na
Na,na, naa, naaah  If I could change the facts about you
beard and some goosebumps would do
The skin across you palm
Would be scarred
And one of those would be my mark
When a train rolls in
The doors open I get in
Last night I had
a pleasant nightmare
Na,na,na,na
na, na, naa,naaah.