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The Baggage Car.

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The man in the ring across from me
Likes making time with strangers
The girl right next to him breathes a little too hard from the rush
Johnny Junk Runner is finally going home now
And Betty Bag Lady is collecting coins for God knows what
 
The baggage car is slipping off the track
No one says a word except the drunk in back
And he just rambles on about a boy in Hackensack
Oh no I don't think I'm going to sleep tonight
 
Broadway Rae is looking way too thin and tired
Mom's still glad she came home for holiday
Rae's washed up but she can still stick it right to Jimmy
"You're a Mama's boy, Jim, and everybody thinks you're gay."
 
The baggage car is slipping off the track
No one says a word about Daddy's six pack
And he just rambles on about the Teamsters and Iraq
Oh no I don't think I'm going to sleep tonight
 
Sister Rae's so filled with rage she got no room for food
She's just like Dad
She really loves him but she sure don't like herself
Brother Jim is shy like Mom
He and Rae just don't get on
Where I'm from is harder to explain
Must be way back on the train
 
The man on the couch across from me is snoring very loudly
Rae is gone, you know she left in quite a huff
Jim and me and Ma just sit around playing Palace
Pretending everything's OK like that's enough
Like that's enough
 
The baggage car is slipping off the track
No one says a word although the hull's about to crack
The snow outside is virgin white
The sky is starless bible black
Oh no ain't no way I'm going to sleep tonight
 
The baggage car is slipping way off track
No one says a word
It's either love or lunacy that keeps me coming back
I don't know
But I don't think I'm going to sleep tonight

By StephenBard and CherieLynn, Copyright 2007.