Train Stations (The Last One)

The old, rickety train chugged along,
On miles upon miles of endless storms.
Through place it took me far,
Past virgin hills and broken trees.

Grind to a halt, this archaic system
Look out the window, people start
Boarding, people departing.
'Midway', read the ancient sign
Mr Fiddler wishing me goodbye.

Different faces i see each day,
Different places passed away.
Moving forward, never to look back,
Do ensure your luggage is packed.

Step off the train at the very end
Of my journies, my travels,
None that i planned.
Then i saw his radiant face
He advanced, caught me in embrace
'I've been waiting for you' He said
'Me too, yeah, me too' i'm dead.