Mass Transit Madness (Goin' Loco')

There's a trio of trains twixt my work and my play

On my way to my playing, they tell me to pay

So when playing, I'm thinking about work the next day

And the trio of trains to take me on my way

It's a trio of trains on a tangled up track

Twirling and swirling into infinite black

And I'm wishing I'd listened to the wisdom way back

Before that trio of trains tore and tangled the track

The infinite black of the path after dark

As shadows of the past pass unnoticed

Glass-Hearted Lad stabs his own back in the passenger car

Gets discarded like trash 'tween the tracks in the yard

The tracks in the yard and the nails in the rails

I am wailing and flailing, not failing to fail

I'm not talking to talk, talking telling my tale

Of a hand for a nail and an eye for a scale

An eye for a scale takes a weight one can see

Won't you wait one more day, as patient as can be?

Patience can be gracious--grateful are we, waiting, patiently aching

It's taking all week

It's taken all week, all of this aching I've done

Making my days go away one by one ain't my idea of fun

But I take as it comes

And the scrape of the trains breaking wakes up the sun

Won't you wake up, my sun? There's working to do

Walking to my working will wear out my shoes

I'll wear out my welcome, I'm certain it's true

You'll be worn out before I'm through talking to you

I'm through talking to you--there's no more left to say

My words are all worthlessly murmured away

And my gaze is returning once more towards the maze

And the trio of trains twixt my work and my play

There's a trio of trains twixt my work and my play