Girl on the train
Drawing ordinary things
Looking pretty through her beautiful eyes

All the world is plain
Only her impression clings
Start to tell myself the usual lies

Lord, you know I've got a type
And, Lord, you did it right
When you put her thousand miles above my league

But I saw her on that train
Making beautiful what's plain
But, alas, she is a nymph and I'm a freak

September 2020