Whatever happened to the lonely ones?

I think they ended up just south of the sun

A place where men lose sight of their destination

The men in the train have gone mad with obsession

Waiting patiently for the right to board

Small conversations seem so absurd

To the track of least resistance you've been lured

With a deafening rumble you pushed and you smashed that word

Maybe, maybe, maybe, may the train

So take it, take it, take it, take it away

Tell me who's in charge of the locomotive

Tell me who's the man with the crazy incentive

We follow the train like a little lost sheep with ink-stained hands once more and then

If you could wash your hands and your face you would see much more

Maybe, maybe, maybe, may the train

So take it, take it, take it, take it away

(Go go!)

(Go go go go!)