The Blue Train

I’m thinking about that blue train, coming around the bend I’m wondering about my suitcase, I’m wondering again I’m thinking about tomorrow, and what it has in store I’m looking at that doorknob, and opening that door And I don’t think I can live like this, and I don’t think I want to try And I don’t think I can do this again, just to say goodbye I’m thinking about my money, how far will it go? I’m wondering if you realize, maybe you know? I’m typing on my keyboard, a letter to you But when I am finished, will I really be through? And I don’t wanna live like this anymore, and I don’t think that I even can And I don’t know what it means anymore To be a Modern Man When I look at you I feel strange, I’m not quite at ease It didn’t used to be this way. It’s probably me. And when I get home again, I start looking at the clock I’ll take a walk to the bay, and take a nap on the dock Cuz I don’t even like to live like this and I didn’t ever want to try When I want to gaze up at the moon, it’s always hidden by the sky