Once upon the morning hours
Was a flight through a field of flowers
Like a shock of electricity
A train flicked out of the city
A tsunami of gears swallows the terrain
With a track embedded to contain the train
The worthless waste washes in the wind’s wave
The aroma inthe station is engraved
The morning dew disappears in the breeze
Venture into the dark filled with trees
The train chops the land in half
Inside is filled with their joy and the laugh
People sit on wood, smooth and flush
The wind flowing inside is as soft as a paintbrush
The interior of the car is like a cage
It traps the sunlight from the mountain range
Back to civilisation where the air tastes like oil
The smog, the sulfur, the grit with an undertone of soil
Each chug is a beat the wheels march to
As the train passes by, it goes choo-choo
The steam passes into the air
The train hauts in the square
Happily ever after in the evening hours
A train soars across a field of flowers