@Ching13
Travel The railroad track is miles away, And today loud noises are speaking, Yet there isn't a train coming But lo! It's whistle is shrieking. All night there isn't a train passing by, The night is still for sleeping and dreaming But I see its cinders red on the sky, And its engine is steaming. My heart is warm with friends I make And better friends I'll soon be knowing, Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take, No matter where it's going.