As this train quickly approaches
To the day of kingdom come
Barreling down the rusty tracks
Of the things we should have done

Have your ticket at the ready
Because there's no free lunch
With the adding of death taxes
To the total of the sum

As memories darkly bellow
From the engines smoking stack
Over bridges of expanses
That are as deep as our shaded past

It's hard to set your mind free
With the constant clickety-clack
Just make sure you hold on tight
As we ramble down these tracks