This train runs on newspaper crosswords and abandoned coffee pots

In came sunlight, wetting the people, and no one got off at their stops

They just keep on movin’, movin’, movin’, movin’, movin’, movin’ on

This train runs on strangers, the strangest kind of kindness makes its way around

If you lose your bookmark, I cannot guarantee that someday it’d be found

You just keep on readin’, readin’, readin’, readin’, readin’, readin’ on

This train ran into a crosswind, so windy that the squares turned parallelogram

Heaven had given us its biggest breath and blew right from the diaphragm

Still we keep on movin’, movin’, movin’, movin’, movin’, movin’ on.

(They just keep on movin’)