| In Osaka I saw you last | |
| Your face pressed up against the glass | |
| Across the tracks you're looking at | |
| As bullets pass behind your back | |
| And I tried to catch your eye and then | |
| Walk past ya as the train came in | |
| But I missed ya there and lost my mind | |
| The pulling car pushed me back | |
| Now I see that you fell asleep again | |
| You've been riding this train since 2 AM | |
| Like the circle of fifths you drew in school | |
| The loop line takes you round and through | |
| Did I catch you there on a bicycle | |
| Ten steps away from Osakajo | |
| Spoke to you there in Umshima | |
| On that last train I felt the sky | |
| Now I see that you fell asleep again | |
| You've been riding this train since 2AM | |
| Like the circle of fifths you drew in school | |
| The loop line takes you round and through | |
| In Osaka I saw you last | |
| Your face pressed up against the glass | |
| Across the track you're looking at | |
| As bullets pass behind your back | |
| And I tried to catch your eye and then | |
| Walk past you as the train came in | |
| But I missed you there and lost my mind | |
| The morning crowd pushed me back | |
| Now I see that you fell asleep again | |
| You've been riding this train since 2AM | |
| Like the circle of fifths you drew in school | |
| The loop line takes you round and through |