There's an old black train a coming. Scraping along the iron. You don't need no tickets boys, it'll take you in it's time.

Now come on now young strangers, weren't you someone son? How'd you find this depot, cause it ain't where you belong.

You will pass a graveyard, stones worn by the years. The train will stop a minute, but don't let it leave you here

Well the coachman is my brother, the engineer's my friend. He'll get you more aquainted by the time you reach the end.

This journy is a long one, it'll take you all around. Life rushing by your window before it lays you down.

Now where this old train's goin', you can't come back from. Leave your baggage here because we'll need it when you're gone