A train passes by
Only five minutes walk
From my door to the track
I’d like to board that train
Riding somewhere away from here
Where old memories linger
Like stains on the future
I’d like to escape
My nine to five existence
Only I’m kept comfortably
By routine and responsibility
Now too old to change
Take that five minute walk
Board that train
Go someplace away from here
No I’m set in my ways
Listening to trains pass by
While I wait to grow old
Make a complaint, die
I’ll just sleep now
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