blow the whistle and let's go

i get on the wrong train.

but it's okay.

i'm tired

of heading in the same

direction.

time for a change.

it's not a mistake,

it's fate,

i tell myself,

destiny, that sort of thing.

the conductor comes

down to take my

ticket.

he tells me, you're

on the wrong train mister.

i smile, and tell him, i

know, i know.

it's okay.

blow the whistle

and let's go.