White Train

Standing at my doorway
I wondered why his hand was painted red
‘It’s just a scratch’ he said
Here we go again
We stumbled to the car
By the time we hit Prince Henry’s he was white
I said ‘You look such a sight’
He said ‘I don’t feel no pain’

And I know just what to do
And I know it’s nothing new
We’ve been through this before
And I must follow
Why must it be you (on a white train)?

I stuck until the end
Though you said I was no friend
But you were blind