Editing Train True (Lennie's Song) (section)

== Lyrics ==
<poem style="border: 1px solid #8eb6d4; background-color: #0b0b14; padding-left: 1em; padding-right: 3em; border-radius: 10px; width: fit-content">
Well, I was standing on a train track 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 started 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

Yeah, sprung from the ward, steel brain pan, pity, pity
Looked you up in Freehold for a face that I could trust
The foreman said you left out in some kind of state
He pointed at the office, it was already late
I smoothed my hair down and went and talked 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 much of a brain"
I said, "You gotta have a brain when you're working for the train"

Well, it's a long run from 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 'cause I'm already home
It's been 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, "Sir, I don't think you have much of a brain"
I said, "You gotta 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 houndstooth and khaki, most have already paid
I looked up in my visor, my heart stuck like it got froze
Lipstick like a sixties 'Vette and polish on your toes
You had half a smile watching me, shaking like a hound
As triumph 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 evermore

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 gotta 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
Yeah, I started 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, and now I've finally found you

Yeah, I finally found you
Yeah, I finally found you
Yeah, I finally found you
Whoo, I finally found you</poem>