Lyric Edit:
IN TRANSIT (Edit) Oct. 16/84 Karl Rigelhof

Hello
Here we go
Gentlemen
Start your engines

Always in transit
I never stop, I never slow down
I can't understand it
The things you have to do just to get around

Forever in transit
Feel like a cheque stuck in the mail
I don't know if I can stand it
I'm always late, it never seems to fail

CHORUS:
TTC, GO, LRT
It's all the same to me
Subways, trains, streetcars, buses, boats, and planes
All this Random Motion will drive me insane
All this tandem emotion will leave me completely deranged
In transit

In out, stop go, up down, all around
Squish squash, push shove, people bustling to and fro
BO, bad breath, cigarette smoke, exhaust fume choke
Hustle bustle, shuffle shovel, stuffed into tin cans like sardines
An elbow in your side, a newspaper in your face, someone is standing on your foot
Oh great, the train is late, you just missed the bus, don't cuss, mustn't fuss,
it's from home to work, work to home or bust
Loud noises, screaming voices, boys toys, oh what joy, to foil the play, it destroys the will,
we're programed to run this race of rats

CHORUS

Life is intransient
Time flies by without a care
Our energies are well spent
But we never seem to get anywhere

Life is rapid transit
From the beginning to the end
An urgent message to transmit
But nowhere to send it
Quick, hit the emergency stop

CHORUS
Lyric:
IN TRANSIT Oct. 16/84 Karl Rigelhof

Always in transit
I never stop, (I) never slow down
I can't understand it
The things you have to do just to get around

Forever in transit
I feel like a cheque stuck in the mail
I don't know if I can stand it
I'm always late, it never seems to fail

CHORUS:
TTC, GO, LRT
It's all the same to me
Subways, trains, streetcars, boats, and planes
All this Random Motion will drive me insane
All this tandem emotion will leave me completely drained/deranged
In transit

In out, stop go, up down, all around
Squish squash, push shove, people bustling to and fro
BO, bad breath, cigarette smoke, exhaust fume choke
Hustle bustle, shuffle shovel, stuffed into tin cans like sardines
An elbow in your side, a newspaper in your face, someone is standing on your foot
Oh great, the train is late, you just missed the bus, don't cuss, mustn't fuss,
it's from home to work, work to home or bust
Loud noises, screaming voices, boys toys, oh what joy, to foil the play, it destroys the will,
we're programed to run this race of rats

CHORUS

Life is/seems (so) (in)transient
Time flies by without a care
Our energies are well spent
But we never seem to (be) get(ting) anywhere

Life is rapid transit
From (the) beginning to (the) end
And urgent message to transmit
But there is nowhere to send it
Quick, hit the emergency stop

CHORUS