Back On The Train

There's a voice in my head and every day it speaks
It's as I'm the one who's normal; all the rest of you are freaks
But I don't know what I'm doing as it is, half of the time
But I'm OK, oh yeah
There's a pair of hands above me; they're pulling all the strings
They're invisible to you, but to me they're everything
Because I don't know where I'm going
Until someone starts showing me the way, oh yeah

Because I'm back on the train
Yes, I'm back on the train
And I'm back on my feet again
I hardly feel any pain
Because I'm back on the train

I've been tested and retested, I've been prodded, probed and poked
I took so much medication that I practically choked
I was hooked up to machines and what the doctors did to me
I never knew and I didn't care

Well, I've been analyzed and hypnotized and tranquilzed for years
Therapied, a halfway housed, cried a million tears
All that time I knew
I wasn't different from you out there

And I'm back on the train
Yes, I'm back on the train
And I'm back on my feet again
Back in the public domain

You see, I'm back on the train
I'm back in the swing
I'm back in the middle of everything
I have no fear, this time I'll make it out here

Look at me!
No, don't look at me!
I'm back
I'm back, I'm back on the train

And I'm back on my feet again
I'm just a little insane
But I'm back on my feet again
Back in the public domain
And I'm back on my feet again
I hardly feel any pain
Cause I'm back on the train

I'm back on the train
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