Lyrics

Plastic pieces Falling down the chute And I am counting them like trees Everything's green Through the tinted window Of the train up to Racine In a few more hours I'll be punching out and going home But until then I might look like I'm standing here But I'm really on that train To Racine Where my true love stays Racine Just a few more days And I'll see her there again In the darkness of my room I close my eyes and drift into a dream She is waiting for me at the station She is beautiful In a few more hours I'll be waking up And punching in, but until then I might look like I'm lying here But I'm really on that train To Racine Where my true love stays Racine Just a few more days And I'll see her there again I will see here there again And my plastic world will melt into whatever Shape she holds me When she holds me I am a man, not a part of this machine By which I'm standing Here pretending, I'm not standing here Standing here at all