The Unrequited Orchestra of Locomotion

This is not the sound of a train
Let me tell you about this big abyss thing
Everybody says that they’re listening
It’s the unrequited orchestra of locomotion
It’s not the job that I blame
Lay cold in the slick of the rain
Push our love up an incline plane
Cutaway floor with a head like a stain
Check your watch no two are the same
Perhaps you’ll notice how they always complain?
Sweeteness is so smooth and profane
This are no sounds of no trains
Its those squeakin’ brakes I’m hearin’
Or rusty tires that get me tearin’
It’s the unrequited orchestra of locomotion
C’mon everybody locomotion
C’mon everybody locomotion locomotion
C’mon everybody locomotion
C’mon locomotion
And if it breaks, you cannot fix it
This is not the sound of a train
I guess we already talked about the orchestra and the train
Take this needlepoint down by the frame
Lockstep buying whores by the bay
There will be no weak link in this chain
This are no sounds of no trains
This is not the sound of a train
This is not the sound of a train
This is not the sound of a train
This ain’t no sound of no train
C’mon everybody locomotion
C’mon everybody locomotion locomotion
C’mon everybody locomotion
C’mon locomotion
And when it breaks, you cannot fix it