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 here too
In love with beauty
Playing all of the games
Who thinks three´s company
Is there anyone else who wears slightly mysterious brusies
I don´t know what it is

Take a lookin 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

Give me heaven or hell
Calais or Dover

I was hoping the train
Was my big number
Stopping in Santa Fe and the Atchison-Topeka
Though I´m chugging along, put away by the crossing hand
We´ll be heading for Portland, or Limburgh or Lower Manhattan
Find myself running around

I don´t know what it is so get me over
I don´t know what it is so get me over
I don´t know what it is so get me over
To get me over
You gotta do it.
You gotta be there.