Dan Bern | Ridin on a Train

I bin ridin on a train

And I’m not sure where I am

Outside it’s trees and rocks and sky

I’m guessing still in uncle sam

I remember where I got on

No idea where we’ve gone

The sun is sinkin that’s what time it is

Think I’ll go and find the john

Chorus:
My head is in a fog

But hey I’m not sure if I’m stoned

How would I know

Like out in space

How would they know?

If I was out in space

Just floating free

Without a phone

I hope at least

They’d let me be

Let me be stoned

We’re in a tunnel 5 miles long
At least that’s what they tell us
At your desk you’re probly jealous
I won’t even say you’re wrong

I needed Percosets and smelling salts
And so I left the ways of man
Out here it’s true there could be cannibals
But that at least I’d understand

Oh oh oh oh

And hey

I hope you don’t

Judge me too harshly

Ah ah ah ah

If you

Look under the

Aloe vera plant

You’ll find the key

I finally jumped off of the train
The sun is low but it’s still warm
Abandoned trucks and rusted freight cars
It’s like a freight train morgue

I shoulda probly brought more water
But at least out here you can breathe
And when it finally gets to nightfall
I think I’m gonna feel relieved

Chorus:

My head is in a fog