“Take you caps off men” ordered the station guard
Years have advanced now down the old train track.
The bacon has gone a bit crispy and the eggs are hard
And the toast has gone black on the track.
“Roll down those sleeves, loosen the scarf at the throat
Empty the ash from your new posh mug
And then shake the crumbs from your new coat.
Put the expensive coffee into the new gass jug”.
No more need for rusty shovels, no more need for steam
Years have advanced down the old main line
And things are not now what they seem.