The rails are calling me

Clickety-clack

I’m yearning to be free

Never look back

 

Black engine rolls along

Puffing my name

Grunting and groaning strong

As in fame

 

Cities, fields, and hills fly by

Magical blur

Free as a bird, I cry

Contented purr

 

Look outside!  See new things

Happiness abounds

Wonderful offerings

Mystical sounds

 

Engine picks up the pace

Fly, fly away

Wind blows against my face

Feeling quite gay

 

My heart echoes the sound

Of wheels on track

Knows I’ll not be around

Take a new tack.

 

I’m yearning to be free

Clickety-clack

The rails are calling me

Never look back.