The evening comes in on a slow train
stopping on this track
on and on and on it comes
there is no looking back

for I have lived the day
and long the day it was
now to go into the night
because
because
it was a day and what a day
early morning
did we play?
I'll say we did and
played it well

the day it grew as we grew too,
now snow lays on the ground
on the rounda roundabout

close my eyes
and listen to that joyous sound.

The signal's green
the train comes in,
but I have seen
my fill.