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

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



See The Constellation Ride Across The Sky

No Cigar, No Lady On His Arm

Just A Guy Made Of Dots And Lines

Just A Guy Made Of Dots And Lines



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



See The Constellation Ride Across The Sky

No Cigar, No Lady On His Arm

Just A Guy Made Of Dots And Lines

Just A Guy Made Of Dots And Lines

Just A Guy Made Of Dots And Lines



Can You Hear What I See In The Sky?

Can You Hear What I See In The Sky?

Can You Hear What I See In The Sky?



Notes

The Dial-a-Song Version:



I Lay My Head On The Railroad Track

Look At The Sky All Dressed In Black

Your Train Is Gone, Won't Be Coming Back



My Lone Constellation Rides Across The Sky

No Cigar, No Lady On His Arm

Just A Guy Made From Dots And Lines

Just A Guy Made From Dots And Lines



The City Lights Think Nothing's There

No Real Stars, Nothing's There



My Lone Constellation Rides Across The Sky

No Cigar, No Lady On His Arm

Just A Guy Made From Dots And Lines

Just A Guy Made From Dots And Lines