Trains pass routinely, clickety clack on the railroad track

The rhythm is soothing, and familiar, and offers sleep

If you think about it, the people, their stories

You could imagine a world more exciting than real

A man with a rucksack, is he hiking or running

Does his hat offer warmth or camouflage

Long is his journey ?  Or just the next stop

The lady with a suitcase, is travelling or working

Take a look at her shoes, heels worn down money poor

As the platform clears and he is sat all alone

He buys a ticket destination unknown

Creating a story now all of his own

His heart beats faster as the train pulls from the station

No way back, clickety clack,hes running, hes leaving

As the miles become many his fear retreats its too late for a change of mind