First Train Home

I've got to get on it
I've got to get on it
I've got to get on it.

Bodies disengaged, our mouths are fleshing over
Is this an echo game? Irises retreating to ovals of white
The urge to feel your face, and blood rushing to paint my handprint
A Frisbee one by one; your vinyl on lamanent, desperate some kind of contact.

First train home, I've got to get on it
First train home, I've got to get on it
First train home, I've got to get on it
To catch, to catch, catch-catch, catch
First train home, I've got to get on it
First train home, I've got to get on it
First train home, I've got to get on it
First Train home.

Temporal deadzone where clocks are barely breathing
Yet no one cares to notice for all the yelling, all night clamor to hold it together
I want to play ‒ don't wait ‒ forms in the hideaway
I want to get on with getting on with things
I want to run in fields, paint the kitchen, and love someone
And I can't do any of that here, can I?

First train home, I've got to get on it
First train home, I've got to get on it
First train home, I've got to get on it
First Train home.

So what? You've had one too many
So what? I'm not that much fun to be with
So what? You've come silly hatter
So what? I didn't want to come here, anyway.

What matters you, doesn't matter, matter to me
What matters to me, doesn't matter, matter to you
What matters to you, doesn't matter, matter to them
What matters to them, doesn't change anything.

Got to get on it
First train home
Got to get on it
First train home.

First train home I've got to get on it
(I've got to get on it)
To catch, to catch, catch-catch, catch
(First train home)
First train home I've got to get on it
First train home
(First train home)
To go, to go, to go, get, get, get, get, out, out, out, out, now, now, now, now.