I was playing in a bookstore in the cafe in a bookstore
It has a cafe like every bookstore does.
With the readers sipping quietly it's kind of like a library
but with a different sort of caffeinated buzz.

I wonder as I'm playing if the words that I am saying
disturbed the readers as they read.
Or if my words set the stage for the words down on the page
creating a brand new kind of story in their heads.

CH:
I sing O-h my life is passing like a train
she hears O-h her pulse was racing like a train
as he slipped the tattered fabric from her shoulders.
O-h a brand new message in the brain
that was unlike one that anyone ever told her.

Then I met the bookstore owner he said I really like that song
in which you said your life was melting - splashing like the rain.
As I considered my rebuttal, he said "y'know like Oz and the witch and the puddle"
and I felt the use of arguing trickle down the drain.

CH:
I sing O-h my life is passing like a train
he hears O-h her life was splashing like the rain
as he left without a word over his shoulder.
O-h a brand new message in the brain
that was unlike one that anyone ever told her.

Bridge:
I hope you like this song, cause we're making it up as we go along...

At the pornographic bookstore heard a song about a book whore
at the concert read a novel in sonata form.
All these messages to my brain the words are pulsing through my veins
I'm addicted and I got to get some more.

CH:
O-h my life is passing like a train
O-h the words are pulsing through my veins
I'm addicted and I got to get some more.

© 2003, Doug Kolmar, BMI