Dream Train - Wishbone Ash

Weaving a web around my heart,

slowly taking my world apart.

I can’t begin to think of anything else

left my reason way up on a shelf.

Stealing away without a sound,

my feet don’t hardly touch the ground.

I look at the clock, the hands of fate,

The train I’m riding can’t be late.

Riding on that dream train —

One look in your eyes, and I follow through.

Riding on that dream train —

Been a rider since I met you.

The brush of her skirt, the look in her eye

no use denying the curve of her thigh.