i'm on this train

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there's a click on monday morning, hour starts the whole thing on, the early bird is yawning, damn, those worms are pretty tough, even gillies phone in sick, wish i could make that call, what the hell by two o'clock, i'm climbing up the wall, i'm on this train, yeah, this train here, me and and a hundred different guys, sharing the same fear, i'm on this train, the first train out, and i should be full of hope and pride, but i'm just full of doubt, the newsboy hocks his tales of acrobats and science fairs, coffee vendors count the beans, and rearrange tomorrow's chairs, high above the whiskey dive, and swoon like summer birds, far apart from bartenders, who neither shake nor stir, long before her morning, i'll be gone, maybe she will think of me, but not the train i'm on, now all the world's, a different place to you, we'll work out all the haircuts, is important stuff to do, on the street the mailman hates, the front yard dogs replace their teeth, the parcel van delivery man, already stoned beyond belief, shakers move and movers shake, they cut you with the pen, here the devil buys your soul, and he sells it back again