I don't know what it is   But you got to do it   I don't know where to go   But you got to be there   I don't know where to fall   But I know that its comfortable where   I don't know where it is      Putting all of my time   In learning to care   And a bucket of rhymes   I threw up somewhere   Want a locket of who   Made me lose my perfunctory view   Of all that is around   And of all that I do      So I knock on the door   Take a step that is new   Never been here before   Is there anyone else here too   In love with beauty   Playing all of the games   Who thinks three's company   Is there anyone else who wears slightly mysterious brusies   I don't know what it is      Take a lookin around   At friendly faces   All declaring a war on far off places   Is there anyone else who is through with complaining about what's   Done unto us      So I knock on the door   And I am on the train   Going god knows where to   To get me over   To get me over      Give me heaven or hell   Calais or Dover      I was hoping the train   Was my big number   Stopping in Santa Fe and the arches of Topeka   Though I'm chugging along, put away by the crossing hand   We'll be heading for Portland, or Limburgh or Lower Manhattan   Find myself running around      I don't know what it is so get me over   I don't know what it is so get me over   I don't know what it is so get me over   To get me over   You gotta do it.   You gotta be there.