Train True (Lennie’s Song) Songtext
von Blue Öyster Cult

Well, I was standing on the train tracks
On a midnight blue
Trying to remember where I left my shoes
And in a natural way
My thoughts returned to you

So I walked into a honky-tonk jukebox saloon
To reflect on my losses and rock to some tunes
I thought it all through
Then I figured out what to do

I′d start working for the train, train, feedly-dang
Feedle-otten Deeten-do Dangy-do
Feedle-otten Deeten-do Ding-Train-True
I started working for the train when I was looking for you


Sprung from the ward
Steel brainpan, pity-pity
Looked you up in Freehold for a face that I could trust
The foreman said you'd left out
In some kind of state
He pointed at the office
It was already late!

I smoothed my hair down
And went to talk to the boss
He was weary, short-tempered
And had one eye on the clock
He said I had just seconds to make my case
I put one hand on his shoulder
And stuck the other in his face

And I said, "Feelings, feelings
Are somewhat symptomatic of societal
Abrasions that conform electric static"
He said, "Son I don′t think you have that much of a brain"
I said, "You've got to have a brain when you're working for the train"


It′s a long run to Trenton
When you start about five
Some folks are tired and hungry
Some are barely alive
But when that engine starts pumping
Those familiar tones
I don′t care where the train is going
'Cause I′m already home

I spent a long year
Dancing up and down that aisle
Pestering my savior just to let me see your smile
The salesman was drunk
My training shot to the fore
I put my shoulder in his gut
And knocked his samples on the floor

And I said, "Feelings, feelings
Are somewhat symptomatic of societal
Abrasions that conform electric static"
He said, "Son I don't think you have that much of a brain"
I said, "You′ve got to have a brain when you're working for the train"

Train, train, feedly-dang
Feedle-otten Deeten-do Dangy-do
Feedle-otten Deeten-do Ding-Train-True
I started working for the train when I was looking for you

The Princeton Junction Depot
Is straight known to be staid
They wear Hound′s-tooth and khaki
Most have already paid
I looked under my visor
My heart stopped like it got froze
Lipstick like a '60s 'Vette
And polish on your toes

You had half of a smile
Watching me shakin′ like a hound
As triumpth filled my body
Missing love had been found
I whooped and called "Metuchen"
As I stepped through the door
I put my hands around your hips
And kissed you then and ever more

And I said: "Feelings, feelings
Are somewhat symptomatic of societal
Abrasions that conform electric static"
She said, "Some folks say you don′t have much of a brain"
"But you've got to have a brain ′cause you're working for the train"

Train, train, feedly-dang
Feedle-otten Deeten-do Dangy-do
Feedle-otten Deeten-do Ding-Train-True
I started working for the train when I was looking for you
Yeah I started working for the

Train, train, feedly-dang
Feedle-otten Deeten-do Dangy-do
Feedle-otten Deeten-do Ding-Train-True
I started working for the train and now I′ve finally found you

Yeah, I've finally found you
Yeah, I′ve finally found you
Yeah, I've finally found you
Woo
I've finally found you