Another station left
Sitting down we're moving, still
Forward once again
To climb the flattest hills
And in our little cage
We travel through the fields
Gazing towards nature
Behind our brittle shields

The train is right on time
What a wonderful world
But I still can't explain what it is that I do

Another hour left
Until the black skies pull, out
A new day's worth of miles
To dispell any doubt
And silently people
Are waiting for the day
To do important things
They don't want to delay

The train is right on time
What a wonderful world
But I still can't explain what it is that I do