The black suits riding, at the 10 o’clock hour,
Mind is fading, but the last stops coming along.
The door slowly opens, Getting ready for the freedom
But Mama’s on the other side, her feet are moving trying hard not to miss this train!
Oh let her go right now,
Let her on the train
She’s got nowhere else to be,
We can wait till sunrise (for the train)
Starts out jumping, trying to hit the ground running.
Burning the rubber, at the bottom of the soles of her feet
Eye’s start staring, at the crazy little lady,
It’s amazing what you would do when you’re in a foreign country trying to get on home.