On the Train
Clickety clack, it's alright to say,
time doesn't stand still,
as the train clickety clacks away.
Time never stands still,
no, no, it can't and never will
rolling on these beaten tracks;
the train keeps rolling on, that's fact
along these same old tracks a going,
the beaten steel, a river flowing
and the youthful mind alive unknowing.
Clickety clack, it's alright,
on these beaten tracks,
rolls the train of clickety clacks.
There it was early in our pact
the itinerary for this song
along some distant tracks;
picking us up at dawn
and rocking rolling us along
riding on the pulse of the tracks,
on the train with its clickety clack.
Clickety clack, it's alright,
teetering on the unseen parallax,
on the train, hear the clickety clacks .
Too late we realize, we're at the end
starting toward home again.
the sun rising in the east
western light released
through the northern cold and southern heat,
in the heart beat of the track;
train thundering steel clickety clack.
Clickety clack, it's alright to listen,
on the rhythm of weather worn tracks hissing;
here it comes again a clickety clacks whistling.
Speeding passes on the life train
with its panoramic view
where the line at the very end remains
traveled well with you,
no reason to be blue,
along these familiar tracks.
Clickety clack, life's train
one way tickets, no return and heading back.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2017
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