I’m sitting on a train

But the wheels are slowing down

And I’m heading towards a tunnel of unknown length

I can’t see the light at the end

The coal is running low

And the fire is slowly dying

The carriages are dark

But they keep moving forward

The tracks are deteriorating, the ride more bumpy than before


I’m not a passenger

I am the driver

Yes. I am the driver

I am in control

I will keep the fire burning

I will find a way to keep it burning

And the tracks will get smoother

And the tunnel shorter

Until I can see the light again

Choo Choo.

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