First stop, busy station, a busy crowd

Group of friends passin' pocket flask around

Screamin' happy songs and askin' if I want a sip

What the hell, I'll bring it to my lips

Second stop, my new friends are getting off

Their place is taken by a couple getting it on

Look out the window as my ex passes by

Lookin' happy and sexually satisfied

And the train keeps on rollin'

And the train keeps on rollin'

Just like the beer cans on the floor

Third stop, the smell creeps up on me

The sour symphony of someone's lost dignity

Yes, I know that I should help out

Instead, I move away and do nothin' but

Fourth stop, two security guards step on

Patrollin' slowly through the car, they're wearin' uniforms

They carry batons and look out

Half the train feels safe while the other does not

And the train keeps on rollin'

And the train keeps on rollin'

And the train keeps on rollin'

And the train keeps on rollin'

Just like it always does

And the train keeps on rollin'

And the train keeps on rollin'

And the train keeps on rollin'

Oh, the train, oh, the train keeps on rollin', rollin', rollin', oh

The train keeps on rollin', rollin', oh

The train, oh, the train keeps on rollin'

And on the next stop, I get off