The Magic Train
I took a flying train
It looked like a little plane
It went to the heavens
Or perhaps to the sun
The driver felt like a wizard
With his starry eyes
And I met people with broken hearts
And a ghost who's made war
He looked like a funny plane
The Magic Train
The controler was a pixie
And stewards talked like witches
And I saw a hippie singer
Who made a camp fire
And when the train drove near the sun
He burned
And everybody died in the funny plane
An everybody died in
The Magic Train