Train 8
Down to the bottom again
I just don’t think that’s right
The only train departed
Half an hour now gone by
Nothing I can do
It will never come round again
Unless I construct my own station
A little further up the line
Built under star heavy skies
Built with no other purpose
Than a single night ride
There must be a platform for the conductor
To usher me inside
As well as a bench to wait
Carved entirely of pine
There must be a little white ticket booth
With little ticket booth sign
Now once this is completed
Calloused hands can rest
I will purchase a ticket at fair cost
Take a seat on the bench
Where I’ll pass my time
Waiting for my train to come
And take me another few paces up the line
Copyright © Cole Pew | Year Posted 2014
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