Weaving a web around my heart, slowly taking my world apart. I can't begin to think of anything else left my reason way up on a shelf.
Stealing away without a sound, my feet don't hardly touch the ground. I look at the clock, the hands of fate, The train I'm riding can't be late. Riding on that dream train - One look in your eyes, and I follow through. Riding on that dream train - Been a rider since I met you.
The brush of her skirt, the look in her eye no use denying the curve of her thigh.