I don't know what it is
but you got to do it
I don't know where to go
But you got to be there
I don't know where to fall
But I know that its comfortable where
I don't know where it is

Putting all of my time
In learning to care
And a bucket of rhymes
I threw up somewhere
Want a locket of who
Made me lose my perfunctory view
Of all that is around
And of all that I do

So I knock on the door
Take a step that is new
Never been here before
Is there anyone else who's too
In love with beauty
Playing all of the games
And thinks three's company
Is there anyone else who wears slightly mysterious brusies
I don't know what it is

Sick of looking around
At friendly faces
All declaring a war on far off places
Is there anyone else who is through with complaining about what's
Done unto us

So I knock on the door
And I am on a train
Going god knows where to
To get me over
To get me over

Get me heaven or hell
Calais or Dover

I was hoping the train
Was my big number
Taking the Santa Fe and the Atchison Topeka
But we're chugging along, Dunawayby the crossing
And could be heading for Portland, or limbo or Lower Manhattan
Find myself running around

I don't know what it is to get me over
I don't know what it is to get me over
I don't know what it is to get me over
To get me over
You gotta do it.
You gotta be there.