Mass Transit Madness (Goin' Loco')

There's a trio of trains twixt my work and my play
 On my way to my playing, they tell me to pay
 So when playing, I'm thinking about work the next day
 And the trio of trains to take me on my way
 It's a trio of trains on a tangled up track
 Twirling and swirling into infinite black
 And I'm wishing I'd listened to the wisdom way back
 Before that trio of trains tore and tangled the track
 The infinite black of the path after dark
 As shadows of the past pass unnoticed
 Glass-Hearted Lad stabs his own back in the passenger car
 Gets discarded like trash 'tween the tracks in the yard
 The tracks in the yard and the nails in the rails
 I am wailing and flailing, not failing to fail
 I'm not talking to talk, talking telling my tale
 Of a hand for a nail and an eye for a scale
 An eye for a scale takes a weight one can see
 Won't you wait one more day, as patient as can be?
 Patience can be gracious--grateful are we, waiting, patiently aching
 It's taking all week
 It's taken all week, all of this aching I've done
 Making my days go away one by one ain't my idea of fun
 But I take as it comes
 And the scrape of the trains breaking wakes up the sun
 Won't you wake up, my sun? There's working to do
 Walking to my working will wear out my shoes
 I'll wear out my welcome, I'm certain it's true
 You'll be worn out before I'm through talking to you
 I'm through talking to you--there's no more left to say
 My words are all worthlessly murmured away
 And my gaze is returning once more towards the maze
 And the trio of trains twixt my work and my play
 There's a trio of trains twixt my work and my play