Two witches are siting and bitching about guys A man whose face lined he once was a junkie A shimmer of rays through dark northern skies Enter the tunnel as a baby it cries And the train moves on and the train moves on And the train moves on and the train moves on A woman she sits with sunglasses eyes The bully returns stinking of nicotine He looks at me menacingly, turns to her and smiles And whispers he's sorry as she smiles at their child And the train moves on and the train moves on And the train moves on and the train moves on I knew from the minute that I saw his face That he was the last person I wanted to sit with me He opened his mouth and words upon breath Destined to sting me and bore me to death And the train moves on and the train moves on And the train moves on and the train moves on The angelic waitress she floats down the aisle Her perfume it lingers as she pours out the coffee She winks at me as she wipes off the stain As we slice through the rain tempest into bright light again The angelic waitress she floats down the aisle Her perfume it lingers as she pours out the coffee She winks at me as she wipes off the stain As we slice through the rain tempest into bright light again And the train moves on and the train moves on And the train moves on and the train moves on