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 it's 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 who's too In love with beauty Playing all of the games And thinks three's company Is there anyone else who wears slightly mysterious bruises I don't know what it is
Sick 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
Get me heaven or hell Calais or Dover
I was hoping the train Was my big number Taking the Santa Fe and the Atchinson Topeka But we're chugging along, Dunaway by the crossing And could be heading for Poland, or Limbo 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.
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