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

A serious game

Cities, fields, and hills fly by

Magical blur

Free as a bird, I cry

Out a slight slur

Look outside!  See new things

Happiness abounds

Wonderful offerings

Confusing 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

To ever go back

I’m yearning to be free

Clickety-clack

The rails are calling me

Never look back.