Chris Duffy

The train

We travel on a train that’s going nowhere.
Lots of people join us for the ride.
When we reach our final destination
A few of them remain here by our side.

Everyday embarking on that journey.
We climb aboard like everybody else.
A fiscal marching army of commuters.
Competing with each other and themselves.

The train I ride is only heading one way.
A single ticket never going back
A thousand faces climb aboard then leave me.
Tears and sadness strewn along the track

We try to keep our people all assembled.
Hold them close, contained within our mind.
Gazing through the window going faster.
Suddenly a loved one’s left behind.

We glance out of the window and we see them.
They wave to us and suddenly their gone
They left us at an unexpected station.
We never think we’re gonna be alone.

When we reach the darkness of the tunnels
When the bad times suddenly approach.
When we feel deserted in the darkness.
A few of them remain within our coach.

A friendly face emerges from the darkness.
When raven hues surrender to the light.
Hoping that she’ll stay and ride beside me.
Until my fellow passenger alights


The train, it rumbles on through town and country.
Our story was written in advance.
Time for us to move along the carriage.
Time to give the young ones half a chance.

The train will soon be at my station
I know because the wheels are moving slow.
Fate has brought me to my destination
Soon it will be time for me to go.