We spent hours out in the cold
Waiting for a train that was never gonna come
You never would believe the stories we told
Of where we're gonna go and where we come from
One he was a soldier for the English queen
One he was an orphan of a love gone bad
One he was gonna sleep on the ground
And one he was gonna sell all he had
I'm gonna trade my dollar bills for a bar of gold
And put it in the pocket of my finest jeans
I'm gonna go swimming when I get old
And sink to the bottom with the submarines
We were beating our hands upon our breasts
We built a fire by the old train track
I stood too close and I burned my face
I burned my face by the bright fire light
I burned my face by the bright fire light
I wanna trade my dollar bills for a bar of gold
And put it in the pocket of my finest jeans
I'm gonna go swimming when I get old
And sink to the bottom with the submarines
