Rain on the brain Now there's flowers in your window She, well, she's so strange I don't know anything about her But if it's all the same to you Here's what I'm gonna do I'm gonna write a song Gonna sing it to everyone And then I'll sing it to you 'Cause it was you that wrote it too This could be the last train Search within yourself for feelings Everybody's got them You left me on the shelf And no there's no one to rely on But if it's all the same to you Here's what I'm gonna do I'm gonna buy a gun Gonna shoot everything everyone And then I'm coming for you 'Cause it was you that drove me to This could be the last train Rear window with the room in the hair And on her jacket there's a picture in white of Che Guevara As he sits beneath the tree But that's not important But he looked a bit like me If you took all the little feelings in your heart And took all those little feelings all apart Oh well, now what's the point in doing all of that?

Last train a running between the waters With the power line Last train's a running around the hill Last train a leaving on the water Power down Last chance to get your last breath This world is getting so much faster It's too sad Poor train are rolling down slow And I'm about to keep up with the latter It's too bad When it's my nature to lay low You got me huffing and puffing and chugging like a choo choo train (choo choo) Huffing and puffing and chugging like a choo choo train (choo choo) Hissing and kissing and missing like a buku brain Huffing and puffing and chugging like a choo choo train Just like the engine has a jumper Feeling down My head is wondering where to go And you done got so many different trips you know My face is wondering where to go You got me huffing and puffin and chugging like a choo choo train (choo choo) Huffing and puffing and chugging like a choo choo train (choo choo) Hissing and kissing and missing like a buku brain Huffing and puffing and chugging like a choo choo train Just like the engine at the junction Feeling down My baby wondering where to go You got me huffing and puffin and chugging like a choo choo train (choo choo) Huffing and puffing and chugging like a choo choo train (choo choo) Hissing and kissing and missing like a buku brain Huffing and puffing and chugging like a choo choo train

I've these dreams I'm Walking home Home when it used to be And everything is As it was Frozen in front of me Here I stand Six feet small Romanticizing years ago It's a bitter sweet feeling hearing "Wrapped Around Your Finger" on the Radio And these days I wish I was 6 again Oh make me a red cape I wanna be Superman Oh, if only my life was more like 1983 All these things would be more like they were at the Start of me Had it made in 83 Thinking bout my brother Ben I miss him every day He looks just like his brother John But on an 18 month delay Here I stand 6 feet small And smiling cause I'm scared as hell Kind of like my life is like a sequel to a movie Where the actor's names have changed Well, well these days I wish I was six again Oh make me a red cape I wanna be Superman Oh, if only my life was more like 1983 All these things would be more like they were at the Start of me If my life was more like 1983 I'd plot a course to the source of the purest little part of me And most my memories Have escaped me Or confused themselves with dreams If heaven's all we want it to be Send your prayers to me Care of 1983 You can paint that house a rainbow of colors Rip out the floorboards Replace the shutters but That's my plastic in the dirt Whatever happened to my Whatever happened to my Whatever happened to my lunchbox When came the day that it got Thrown away and don't you think I should have had some say In that decision If only my life If only my life If only my life If only my life If only my life If only my life If only my life If only my life

I'm writing you, to catch you up on places I've been And you held this letter Probably got excited But there's nothing else inside it Didn't have a camera by my side this time Hoping I would see the world through both my eyes Maybe I will tell you all about it When I'm in the mood to lose my way with words Today, skies are painted colors of a cowboy cliche And strange how clouds that look Like mountains in the sky Are next to mountains anyway Didn't have a camera by my side this time Hoping I would see the world through both my eyes Maybe I will tell you all about it When I'm in the mood to lose my way but let me say You should have seen that sunrise with your own eyes It brought me back to life You'll be with me next time I go outside No more 3 by 5's I guess You had to be there I guess You had to be with me Oh today, I finally overcame Tryin' to fit the world inside a picture frame Maybe I will tell you all about it When I'm in the mood to lose my way but let me say You should have seen that sunrise with your own eyes It brought me back to life You'll be with me next time I go outside No more 3 by 5's, just no more 3 by 5's