Where The Trains Go

I've never seen fireflies,

It doesn't affect most of my life,

The rings of Saturn might as well be lies,

Take off your coat and stay a while,

Caffeine and sugar to analyze,

We can talk 'til sunrise,

Sunrise, above all else,

Comes as no surprise

And I don't know where the trains go,

Should I just assume "away" is good enough a reason?

What do you know, San Francisco?

Maybe I'm just looking for a non-existent feeling

I can't stand the quiet night,

The sweetly humming electrical wires,

Static electricity, static lullabies,

The radio whispers my desire,

A poignant, washed-out attitude,

It's sincere and absolute,

It's finished here,

Go to bed dear

And I don't know where the trains go,

Should I just assume "away" is good enough a reason?

What do you know, San Francisco?

Maybe I'm just looking for a non-existent feeling