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