The potion was in the lotion that they put on the back I heard the train's whistle on down the side track Harold flew in from Canada with a Honda on his back We called him Ole Weird Hendry because he was way out of whack Sharon was unsure that I finally figured out Harold went on to become a doctor Along the way I chose to dropout Now the wheels have spun and the future is past My ways were never half empty or full Cause I tipped over the glass Now I'm dreaming of streaming memories while I am looking past back There's the rub in the lotion the emotions on back And I hear the train whistling coming down track