Laying Track

Ribbon of steel you stretch forever though you lay flat you touch the moon beyond earths boundaries
don’t you see the appeal it is so real gliding into dreams that stream beyond reach on air your pillow the

Silent sky is a natural right away for this freedom train break away from the bounds get far away where
Sounds no longer rule the airy whistle that has a smallness that calls can’t you hear it lightly scream its

The tell tale high pitched voice of adventure not the mediocre fashioned from earth and rock no this is
From particles of space bits of tiny crystal there make up unknown that much the better any old day you

Can ride the rails that are fastened to the ground let go see the stars up close do a zoom by the moon
Stamp your ticket galaxy bound your own a true star bound Zephyr your spraying a silver trail behind

And yes there is still a caboose connected to this great ole train that doesn’t play by the rules it’s not for
Profit but for thrills laugh at those long lost rolling hills this train is half ship it runs by a tiller the wide

Blue yonder it presses to lengths where before only rockets could go take a spin around Saturn’s ring
Go ahead it a onetime fling take it farther than just the back and forth lean on a natural train open the

throttle lay her completely on her side and enjoy the ride from side to side take her into a cork *****
make history give vent to thoughts that all old engineers have felt these old tracks always just side by

side I wish we could veer of into that beautiful country side race down through an apple orchid after all
the tons of apples we have hauled that would be a ball or skim the river light as a feather not just run

across another same oh same old bridge or ride up top of the ridge for once I get tired careening my
neck always trying to have a look with a great view yes just say it and it will be so want to fly though

the chilly blowing snow there it is just outside of the cab just let me be enthralled by that great moon
sized ball let me follow silently through the night that shimmering silver moon light trail until morning

and let my great old whistle soothe all who hear it on earth below all the good times are rolling together
this has to be my finest ride I brought a lot of freight into the station most of the time it was on time but

this time it’s my old heart I’m bringing up to the platform for the last time you see I’m retiring from this old line my next line will be a fishing line and some rascal fish fighting on the end I hope you enjoyed the

ride I know I did I love to share