written by: myles goodwyn

i read the colors this mornin´
i read the colors today
about a man who left from nowhere to be someone
and every day he has to pay in every way

i met a man from new york city
he spoke of things i´ve yet to find
a good man driven from his homeland
tryin´ to find some piece of mind

it´s a fast train
it´s a fast train
it´s a fast train
it´s a fast train

it´s a fast train
it´s a fast train
it´s a fast train
it´s a fast train
it´s a fast train
it´s a fast train
it´s a fast train
it´s a fast train
it´s a fast train