There’s a kid on the train
He’s got a good imagination
And he looks at me strange
As we leave behind the station
He’s got underwater glasses
He’s hiding in his hand
And they’re green and they shine
I can see his plan
When no one is watching
And the wind’s screaming by
He puts his head out the window
And he begins to fly
Begins to fly
Cause there’s a kid on the train
There’s a kid on the train
He’s got a pretty good idea
I’d like to try it myself
But I’m a little bit too old
He’d probably run for help
You know we grow up fast
We learn too much
We give in quick
And we lose our trust
People pass by
They want him to go
They wish he’d sit down
And for the window to close
Window to close
But there’s a kid on the train
Well there’s a kid on the train
Oh there’s a kid on the train
But I wouldn’t complain
If there’s a kid on the train
Another train flies by and I hope he’s all right
But of course he is
This is his magic flight
And one day I’ll be a father
And I’ll give my son my name
And I’m going to give him underwater glasses for the train
CHORUS
Ride on