Clickety-clack, clickety-clack,
The engine is screaming down a rusted track,
Steel hearts thunder, my nerves are blue-black.
Chasing ghosts that never look back.
Flirting with the man in black,
Laughing as the signals crack,
Riding high through shaking trees,
Drenched in a flood of old memories.
Stations blur past, the clock hands slide
On and on, we go, we're tracking the guide.
Fingers start...
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