There is a station
In every nation
Where we all meet
Our final destination.

Sometime the line goes
Clickety clack
Only going forward
It can never go back.

Sometimes the train
it gives you a jolt
But it never stalls
And doesn't halt.

Glimpses of things
That lay
In-between
Which tell of the things
Untold and unseen.

We hope
Were going
in the right direction
And we'll be on time
to make the connection

No one knows if we journey again
But we have our ticket and should be permitted
As we hope to fly off on a plane !