What comforted him at night was the sound of the train
Clang of the crossing's warning, the shrill whistle's sustain
He left the window open in spite of the winter cold
Enjoying the rhythms the locomotive created as it rolled
His imagination would carry him on trips along the rails
Far from the 8-lane freeways or even sparse hiking trails
Every morning he woke wishing he had been taken far away
Perhaps to Nova Scotia, or Ohio, or maybe Chesapeake Bay
Anywhere an adventure was is where he wanted to be
In a sun-baked desert or on the shore of a deep-blue sea
Sadly, every morning he awoke in his same old bed
Under the same old covers with the same old woman he wed
It was his lot in life to be blind to the treasure
Couldn't see he was surrounded by wealth beyond measure
Inexplicably, life can be like that
Lull you into believing you have as many lives as a cat
The truth is, we only get one go around (as far as we know)
It's your responsibility to do more than attend the show
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