Have you ever heard a voice that tells younI'm not really here, there's somewhere else I oughtta benI'd rather be most anywhere elsenI'd rather be poor and friendlessnnAnd walkin' with myself,nTalkin' with myselfnAnd waiting, waiting,nFor the next train to comennDo you know the way to another town?nHave you got a smile to give me when I'm down?nTwo books for a uptown farenJust take care, wake me when I'm there?nnThis train's making all local stopsnI didn't pay my fare, but don't tell the copsnLook out, there's a signal up against usnIt won't matter when the bombs go offnn'Cause I'll be walkin' with myself,nTalkin' with myselfnAnd waiting, waiting,nFor the next train to comennNow it's come and gonenAnd I've been waiting so longnThe train has come and gonenAnd I've been waiting so longnnThere was a guy on the train last weeknI couldn't tell if he's a beggar or a thiefnTwo guys chased him down the tracknThey went there, and no they never came backnnI'm sure there's some place he'd rather benThan stuck underground with the likes of menWhen we're gone, will the trains keep on rolling?nWhen we're dead, will the soldiers be patrolling?nnTalking with myself, walking with myselfnAnd waiting, waiting, for the next trainnWalking with myself, talking with myselfnAnd waiting, waiting, for the next trainnnWalking with myself, talking with myselfnAnd waiting for the next train to comennNow it's come and gonenAnd I've been waiting so longnThe train has come and gonenAnd I've been waiting so longnThe train has come and gonenAnd I've been waiting so longnAnd I've been waiting so longnThe train has come and gonenAnd I've been waiting so longnSo long, so long...