We spent hours out in the cold Waiting for a train that was never gonna come You never would believe the stories we told Of where we're gonna go and where we come from
One he was a soldier for the English queen One he was an orphan of a love gone bad One he was gonna sleep on the ground And one he was gonna sell all he had
I'm gonna trade my dollar bills for a bar of gold And put it in the pocket of my finest jeans I'm gonna go swimming when I get old And sink to the bottom with the submarines
We were beating our hands upon our breasts We built a fire by the old train track I stood too close and I burned my face I burned my face by the bright fire light I burned my face by the bright fire light
I wanna trade my dollar bills for a bar of gold And put it in the pocket of my finest jeans I'm gonna go swimming when I get old And sink to the bottom with the submarines