First Train Home

Got to get on it Got to get on it Got to get on it Bodies disengaged Our mouths are fleshing over As hiss and echo gain Irises retreating to ovals of white The urge to feel your face In blood, rushing to paint my hand print And Frisbee one by one You're vinyl on laminate Desperate for some kind of contact First train home, I've got to get on it First train home, I've got to get on it First train home, I've got to get on it Got to catch, to catch, catch, catch, catch First train home, I've got to get on it First train home, I've got to get on it First train home, I've got to get on it First train home Temporal dead zone Where clocks are barely breathing Yet no one cares to notice For all their yamming on I clam up to hold it together I want to Play-Doh waveforms in the hideaway Want to get on with getting on with things I want to run in fields, paint the kitchen and love someone And I can't do any of that here, can I? First train home, I've got to get on it First train home, I've got to get on it First train home, I've got to get on it First train home So what? You've had one too many So what? I'm not that much fun to be with So what? You've got a silly hat on So what? I didn't want to come here anyway What matters to you doesn't matter, matter to me What matters to me doesn't matter, matter to you What matters to you doesn't matter, matter to them What matters to them doesn't change anything Got to get on it, first train home Got to get on it, first train home First train home, I've got to get on it (Got to catch, to catch, catch, catch, catch) First train home, I've got to get on it First train home First train home Got to go, to go, to go To get, get, get, get Out, out, out, out Now, now, now, now