Blue Öyster Cult - Train True (Lennie''s Song)

Lyrics to Train True (Lennie''s Song) by Blue Öyster Cult

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 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 that 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 Cuz 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, “Son I don’t think you have that much of a brain” I said, “You’ve got to have a brain when 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 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 ‘60s ‘Vette And polish on your toes You had half of a smile Watching me shakin’ like a hound As triumpth filled my body Missing love had been found 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 I started working for the Train, train, feedly-dang Feedle-otten Deeten-do Dangy-do Feedle-otten Deeten-do Ding-Train-True And now I’ve finally found you I’ve finally found you I’ve finally found you I’ve finally found you