Plastic pieces, Falling down the chute And I am counting them like trees. Everything's green Through the tinted window Of the train up to Racine. In a few more hours, I'll be punching out and going home, But until then. I might look like I'm standing here, But I'm really on that train To Racine, Where my true love stays. Racine, Just a few more days And I'll see her there again. In the darkness of my room I close my eyes and drift into a dream. She is waiting for me at the station, She is beautiful. In a few more hours I'll be waking up And punching in, but until then I might look like I'm lying here, But I'm really on that train To Racine, Where my true love stays. Racine, Just a few more days And I'll see her there again. I will see here there again And my plastic world will melt into whatever Shape she holds me. When she holds me I am a man, not a part of this machine By which I'm standing Here pretending, I'm not standing here, Standing here at all.