come come come the railroad beckons
six in the evening and time to go
to your own sweet home in the distant suburbs
where the fire's lit and the dinner's warm
rushing wildly from the point you come
gushing from skyscrapers a flood of burst pipes
from flora fountain come in hordes
dodging through the madding crowds,
emerge from the maze of the lanes down fort
your determination your guiding force.
wait under the portals of the huge terminus
oblivious to the sounds of the teeming multitude
rivet your eyes on the indicator board
catching your fast your prime motive
it's coming on eight you haven't time to wait
pull-push-scratch-barge-knock-you're seated
the hungry train gobbles voraciously
no place to breathe when the whistle's blown
speeding along at super pace
angry wheels on placid tracks
skiping stations halting at signals
spewed forth finally like volcanic lava
reaching home a battle-scarred warrior.
come come come the railroad beckons
it's eight in the morn and time to go
wouldn't like to miss the fun, would you?
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