So many times I’ve been kept from crazy,
head and ashtray overflowing,
by the comfortable whine of a train whistle.
it’s not hard to say why I really do like living, breathing, or preferring to rest my head near a train.
Cable cars, subways, and freights –
I always keep a track near.
No matter how stuck or soul sucked I may feel,
there’s always that handsome bell, whistle, or ding to remind me that I am free.