Train

A whistle in the distance
Signals that it's time to board
The Pullman bar is fully stocked
The porters put out their cigars
The station clock is getting angry
It thinks the time is running out
The steel tracks are clear and calling
The conductor licks his chops
The switch is set for Northbound
The lovers linger, lips are locked
Final call! the bellman bellows
One of you had best get on!
Fair ladies wave their satin scarves
Fathers shake hands with their sons
Friends and families bid farewell
The carnage very nearly done
But the lovers locked in longing
Can't bare to be apart
They hold hands on the platform
As they watch the train depart