Train Made Of Make Believe

I’m walking in my imagination,
Looking for a new satisfaction,
Cutting my mind into a fraction,
So I can separate real from creation,

I ride the ten o’ clock train,
Through tracks in my brain,
And, as all of my chains,
Go silently down the drain,

While I rush to leave,
behind the reality you weave,
On a train made of make-believe,
On a train made of make-believe,
I want to separate real from creation,

I’ll be slipping so far away,
And I won’t be able to say,
That I’ll ever miss the day,
That I was made of clay,

Filling my head with fiction,
Separating real from creation,
On a train made of make-believe,
On a train made of make-believe.
I want to separate real from creation,