A train ride from the country side
Back to the big city
Goes slowly and effortlessly
Resembling all types of beauty

As the train ticks and ticks/

I've seen the riches of families
Who are still uneasy with life
Next I will see the poor
Who are trying to hang on ever so tight

As the train ticks and ticks/

The country hills will roll gently
and the wind will blow freely
While cigarette smoke will start to cover the lonely city

As the train ticks and ticks/

I realize the sad faces I see everywhere
Shows whether rich or poor
Tick/
Each of us has endless struggles
Tick/
That no amount of money can afford to fix.