They whizz past fast
Buildings white and blue
Trees and fields of green
All fleet past you

Through the bars on the window
You see the world pass by
Winds blowing your hairs unruly
As if you've gotten wings to fly

The screech of metal striking
The smell of friction on the track
The blur of life around
And trains running forth and back

A train gallops on
From station to station
Taking millions of people everyday
To their own destination