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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.