Somebody in the next car Somebody on the morning train Somebody in the coffee shop that you walk right by everyday Somebody that you look at but never really see Somewhere out there is somebody At a diner down on Broadway they make small talk When she

And I don't know, what I might be on I lost ten points just for being in the right place At exactly the wrong time I looked right at the facts there, but I may as well have Been completely blind So, if you see me walking all alone Don't look back, I'm

It won’t be long now! Good morning! I’m runnin’ to make it home The elevated train by my window Doesn’t faze me anymore The rattling screams don’t disrupt my dreams It’s a lullaby, in its way The elevated train drives everyone insane

'Cause I can't stop loving you I can't stop loving you No, I can't stop loving you That I was lying Though I try So you're leaving In the morning On the early train I could say everything's alright

And the wills of the river Leads you here Where the wind it is yielding And the light it is clear To rest upon forever Or to live for one more day No I won't restrain the morning I'll get ready for this spring Oh see them planets shining

The day before you came Must have left my house at eight, because I always do My train, I'm certain, left the station just when it was due I must have read the morning paper going into town And having gotten through the editorial, no doubt I must have

'Cause I can't stop loving you I can't stop loving you No, I can't stop loving you That I was lying Though I try So you're leaving In the morning On the early train I could say everything's alright

Good morning, America How are you? Say don't you know me? I'm your native son I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done Riding on the city of New Orleans Illinois Central, Monday morning rail

Your former you That stranger in the mirror Oh, that's you Why'd you look so blue? Now you're just a shallow In the morning on the train You sit and stare at the rain Or bury yourself in your books Don't look at no strangers