Yeah you’re out on the mat
And you’re down for the count.
You’re pleading for help
But they shut you out.
And tell you you’re free
To be who you want to be.
You’ll get the answer you see
By just looking at me.

So you’re boarding the Hudson line.
You’re taking one last ride,
‘Til the train conductor chimes his final cry.

Yeah, it’s Willoughby, it’s Willoughby station,
Last stop is Willoughby in your imagination.
It’s Willoughby, it’s Willoughby station,
You’re jumping this train at Willoughby station.

Are you just half a man?
‘Cause it’s all you can stand.
You can’t take anymore
But they don’t understand.
What’s wrong becomes right
When you’re down in the fight.
The choices you make become so black and white.

Yeah the train is slowing down.
It’s pulling into town.
The conductor’s smile should really be upside down.

Yeah it’s Willoughby, it’s Willoughby station.
The next stop is Willoughby and final destination.
Is Willoughby, it’s Willoughby station.
You’re jumping this train at Willoughby station.

Sleeping late as long as you please,
With no more deadlines to worry.
You’re gonna spend your time
Sipping beer and composing rhymes,
While shooting the back nine, fore…
Another sunny day, you just want to play
They won’t let you play, does it matter anyway?

‘Cause your getting off at Willoughby Station (doesn’t matter anyway) (next stop)
‘Cause your getting off at Willoughby Station (doesn’t matter anyway) (next stop)