The train’s engine comes down the line
Forward and backward through space and time
Rumbling like the stomachs of those who can’t eat
I’ll wait for you there and save you a seat
The conductor is dying and no one hears him cough
I guess on this train we will never get off
Trapped like a cat in a tree
Except now it’s me
Should we jump out of this moving apparatus?
Or will God and the others get mad at us?
This journey is making me sick and queasy
But leaping off will not be easy
Here I go, afraid yet relieved
Somber yet warmly received
Lord knows that I may end up in the grave or hurt
I land hard on the ground and see my blood start to squirt
Oh well, I lost my pointer finger
But I am better off than the ones who still linger
Maybe one day I again will see that never ending train
And wave my good hand to the passengers whose faces wane.