Woorden: Duvall. Volume & Density. Racine.

Plastic pieces,
falling down the chute
and I am counting them like trees.
Everything's green
through the tinted window
of the train up to Racine.
In a few more hours,
I'll be punching out and going home,
but until then.
I might look like I'm standing here,
but I'm really on that train

to Racine,
where my true love stays.
Racine,
just a few more days
and I'll see her there again.

In the darkness of my room
I close my eyes and drift into a dream.
She is waiting for me at the station,
she is beautiful.
In a few more hours I'll be waking up
and punching in, but until then
I might look like I'm lying here,
but I'm really on that train

to Racine,
where my true love stays.
Racine,
just a few more days
and I'll see her there again.
I will see here there again
and my plastic world will melt into whatever
shape she holds me.
When she holds me
I am a man, not a part of this machine
by which I'm standing
here pretending, I'm not standing here,
standing here at all