Blurry like a railroad journey You get down, so You need the music that enrings You got someone in your hand Another in your mistiness And several in your open arms Sometime, sometime Maybe you'll pin nothing else on me I get down sometimes And I am perforated plenty It's you on the train You don't know where you're heading to Or even where you started out from No-one ever talks to me like you do I don't like what you say, but at least it's true No, yeah…