Locomotive

I opened up the doors when it was cold outside
Hopin' that you'd find your own way in.

I bought me an illusion and I put it on the wall
I let it fill my head with dreams and I had to have them all
But oh the taste is never so sweet as what you'd believe it is
Well I guess it never is
I's these prejudiced illusions...

If love is blind I guess I'll buy myself a cane.