I stepped on the train Which had an old fashioned feel The little compartments looked warm and inviting I opened a door Made of wood and painted varnish And a fear bolted through me like lighting The two French gents Gave me a curious gaze As they spoke in their strong native tongue Was it I they were discussing As a guilt loomed over I was thinking had I done something wrong Back down the passage Heart pounding I slipped into another booth But this one was worse As the family produced smiles My mind was a flow with untruth The window was open My head leaned out I couldn't stand the torture anymore A train rattled past Think of the family The misery it would bring to their door A group of school children All pushing past Sir said a gentle hello I nodded my head Then closed my eyes Hoping they'd hurry up and go The train came to stop Three stations short Of the destination I intended to depart But this was how it went Every day on this train As it stole my mind and then stole my heart