Oh train,
I can hear a whistle blow,
but I won't be jumping on again.
Oh train,
I've been everywhere you go,
and I know what lies beyond each bend.
Oh train,
each time you pass,
you're older than the last,
and it seems I'm too old for running.
I hear your rusty wheels grate against the rails,
they cry with every mile,
and I think I'll stay a while.
Oh train,
I grow weary from the miles,
and I'll miss the freedom that was mine.
Oh train,
just to think about those times,
I'll smile when you're highballing by.
Oh train, each time you pass, you're older
than the last,
and it seems I'm too old for running.
I hear your rusty wheels
grate against the rails,
they cry with every mile,
so I think I'll stay a while.
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