I keep on waiting for the train to arrive.
These days are tough but I'm staying alive.
My mind prevents me from going mad.
But still I feel an occasional thud.

A pretty girl keeps passing by,
exchanging glances to make the tie.
I'd like to know her and together glide.
But I'm too damn scared that I'll miss my ride.

It's all so blurred when leaving home.
But mystery begged me to travel alone.
I may come back in a different age.
Yet for now want a peak at my life's next page.

Can't keep from smiling when motion starts.
Can't keep from wondering who's filling these carts.
When the engine dies it means the last stop.
It feels far enough and excited I hop.