You—you've been to Harlem, you've been to Dover,
lived in Amsterdam, been stolen and survived
You have served many, been trodden down
but no bitterness do you carry
You have traveled the wrong road, carried a heavy load
and your wisdom is unfathomable

and I'm just a train, I run on the same track that I ran on yesterday
I'm just a train, I'm just a train

You can be so pointed but never piercing
Straightforward but never unrestrained
I've seen your brilliance—never blinding
Still I could not approach you then
But in the letter you wrote me once, you said so little—
So little in your English handwriting

I'm not accusing, but sometimes I feel like nothing ever really happened in my
life… I'm just a train I run on the same track that I ran on yesterday
I'm just a train, running on a parallel and I'm running on again
I'm just a train

You were not born like I was; not of a nation
You came from somewhere unpredictable
And me, I was hungry and I was thirsty
So I traveled with you someway
Just a mouthful you gave me one time, I fell asleep – damn
And woke up drowning on the shore

Now I'm here in the station waiting for the track to clear
I'm just a train running on a parallel, I'm running on again
I'm just a train

Everybody's busy, bright and contented
I am alone, just mechanical and melancholy
I run alongside you forever bonded in division
Meeting only in the blue horizon line
Only in the blue horizon line, meeting only in the blue horizon

I'm here in the station waiting for the track to clear
I'm just a train, running on the same track I ran on yesterday
I'm just a train running on a parallel, running on again
I'm just a train, nothing ever happens now I'm running on again
I'm just a train

Everybody's busy, bright and contented, I'm alone, mechanical and melancholy…