Track Back

It runs through my brain like a train,
like a train on a black track,
Clickity-clack, clickity-clack
Oh, I'll be back...to go on through, to you .

Making sense, or not, don't try to stop
No, don't even try to get by...

Me?
I'll run through your brain, like a whistling refrain;
Sparks fly'n
Lips sigh'n
Eyes cry'n
and brain fry'n
Clickity-clack, I'm back...like a sack of Jack!......

...+ much more

( + 11 more verses)