Standing on the platform
Heading out to work
Dont i wish i was elsewhere
Giving the work a shirk

8.30 slow,
Got to catch it anyway
God forbid if i get late
What will the Boss say!

The wheels roll in
The throng packs the train
3 men to a foot
Isnt this insane?

We ride together
Strangers yet brothers all
We look out for each other
Lest one of us should fall

I reach my destination
try to catch my balance tho in vain
Yet i know i will be back in the evening
To ride my beloved train!