The train starts
down the track
It'll make a few stops
but they won't last
Windblown trees
wave goodbye
Shotgun houses
start rushing by
There's a billboard
on maintaining youth
It's fading now
Here comes the truth
A baby in a stroller
an unleashed dog
Some children playing
behind the fog
Look a white wedding
the bride just inside
A funeral procession
the cars can't divide
There go the years
The blank busy days
Taken for granted
then passing away
Here comes my stop
Too soon to arrive
I wanted to lull
Most days I drive