Midnight Train
There’s a midnight train by my house,
And an ambulance.
All that the men do here,
its in the distance.
They go to work, with their friends,
Finish that and then
Go home to their pets,
Their wives, their television sets.
These men eat their groceries.
They sleep when the day ends,
Finish that and then,
get up, do it all again.
These men travel.
Once a week and once a year
They get up and out of bed,
Dreams still sticking in their heads,
Walking in the park with their pets.
And then, return, to the television sets.
Tiring of once a week and once a year,
They decide, it would be nice
to go somewhere
with their wives, maybe a child
to a place where winter’s mild
where there are plenty of trees
These men board that train
once the first time, and then next year
they do what they like again
These men go on vacations.
And when they return,
they go for groceries and buy their beer,
Mourn the loss of their pets,
Snore in front of television sets.
They wish they could dance,
They wish things would go faster
There’s a midnight train by my house,
and an ambulance.