Well we're going on a train   Heading up to maine   And we cannot quite explain      Filling in the lines   Trying different wines   Shipping ourselves across time      What happened to   The days when we were young      Ice cream replaced with   Honey bee humming birds      Turning right round baby right round   Gotta play it safe      Gotta take it easy, gotta play it greasy   Get a night light      So we're working for the man   Making our own plan   And we've found ourselves at ease      Taking little pills   Trying to pay bills   And the moon is always still      When I wake up - from this dream   I never will be going back      You take your money right now   And I'll take my backpack      We'll see who lives the life   The one we've always wanted      Money is only relative   It will not feed your hunger      So we're going on a train   Heading up to maine   And we cannot quite explain      Filling in the lines   Trying different wines   Shipping ourselves across time      And we arrived   Not in haste