Jesus had a train

Jesus had a train, I sat me down in first class
He said the world was plain not strange, not strange
One way ticket to a home I came from in the first place
Wings too tiny for the strain, sit back, fast train
A window throwing back just my soul's reflection
Nothing from the outside to taint all this perfection
Jesus had a train I sat me down in first class
He said the world was plain, not strange, not strange

Somewhere down the line all alone in first class
Got a visit from a man with black feet, warm hands
He said the world was strange somewhere back in third class
People jumping off the train for new ways and new tracks
He scratched a little hole in my blackened window
He told me take a look and left without his shadow
I saw a thousand trains all going their own way
All around the world, not strange, not strange

Jesus had a train I got off at the first stop
I saw the world was mine the first time, for the first time
I left my fare there on the train, small and unprotected
A fragment of my soul, no-one bothered to collect it
Jesus and his empty train never made it to the last stop
Just went around again first on last off