Run a train
What will become of the watcher
Whatever will happen to his soul
What will become of the watcher
When the band packs up
When the lights go out
When the band packs up and goes home
Left him sitting at his table
He could no longer raise his cane
All the people missed his message
When the band packed up
When the lights went out
When the band packed up and went home
His only friends lay in the ashtray
Each night he'd call them out by name
Before him always sat the same glass
And the townfolk thought him quit
Head
Lonely little girl on your island,
won't you come to me
I'm in a lonely little upstairs room without you
Won't you come to me...
Come on...Come on...Come on...
Laugh about it, cry about it
Wouldn't go nowhere without it
Get up early, get a worm,
even if you're not a bird
It's mine, mine, mine,...
Take my heart, take my soul,
take my love - still want more
Well I'm keeping my head
Keeping my head.
Lonely little girl on your island,
won't you come to me
I'm in a place I think I know
you've seen before
Come to me...
Laugh about it, die without it,
couldn't think a thing without it
In the front it's getting cold,
in the back it's even older
It's mine, mine, yours, mine, his, hers,
it, shit, not, hot, it's...a lot
Take my soul, take my heart,
take my legs, private parts
But I'm keeping my head
keeping my head
keeping my head
keeping my head
Lonely little girl on your island