Maine

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