I have been traveling on this track for ever,
I can't remember when i even got on.
That memory of a place I once knew,
that memory of the roads, long gone.
My destination was unknown,
I don't know where I was going.
my journey did not stop,
and my journey, barely slowing
As towns and cities fly by,
and pass the fields of green,
I have traveled quite far,
remembering the things I have seen.
My journey is almost over,
my memories as beautiful as chrome.
But now I'm glad that i'm on,
the train back home.