Train of Love
We bought two one way tickets
And boarded the Train of Love.
We left the covered city
With green hills and blue above.
But later there was a tunnel
And the driver forgot the lights.
And when it was all over
I was alone in the clear daylight.
Now I wait by the ticket office
To board the Train of Love.
And if I should be so lucky
I'll see the green hill and blue above.
You must try to understand
That when we reach the tunnel
I'll grip him by the hand
So he can not change his track,
So he can not board another train
When the sweet light turns black...
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