I lay my head on the railroad track  Stare at the sky all painted up  Your train is gone, won't be coming back  See the constellation ride across the sky  No cigar, no lady on his arm  Just a guy made of dots and lines  Two years ago - moved from my town  I was looking up past the city lights  But the city lights got in my way  I found my mind on the ground below  I was looking down - it was looking back  I was in the sky all dressed in black  Can you hear what I see in the sky?