Jack was a farmer’s son
The years pass and Jack’s workin’ with
Callused hands from pickin weeds five to nine
Top of his class in Yakama
Sick of his father thinkin he was doing fine
Till sunset in August,
Jack pointed his five fingers straight
Time to go to the big city
Train leaves at ten thirty won’t be late.
Train leaves at ten thirty won’t be late.
Hey exploration
Hey
With the sound of the tracks
And your heart says relax
But your head’s pounding hard
Will you go full yards
Keep it straight keep your head in the light of the stars.
Boy in a strange new world he
Wanted everything his father taught him to want
Without the shoots of the cornfield
Makin by was anything was nonchalant
Found a midnight diner
Hired and hungry he snuck for cuisine
Hands sifting through his greased hair
It wasn’t anything he thought it seems
It never anything you thought it seemed.
Hey complication
Hey
With the sound of his voice
And your heart makes a choice
But head’s pounding too what’ll happen to you
Keep it straight keep your head in the light of the stars.
Years pass and Jack works with the big guys
Owns a café
Sellin the smile he’ got all the gadgets,
But to his dismay.
The ountry wind calls to him,
Gotta get there don’t you remember
The nights when you could see the stars?
INSTRUMENTAL BREAK
Jack bought the first train ticket,
With callused hands from pickin’ weeds.
Hey life vocation
Hey
With the sound of the tracker
Your heart’s beating faster
He’s kisses his darling
He hears the bells ring
Keep it straight keep your head in the
light…
Hey exploration
Hey
Hey complications
Keep it straight keep your head in the
Light…
