The Public's Way
The train has left the station.
Going through dark tunnels to play.
The conductor with his long, angelic fingers
Guides me every step of the way.
There are no other passengers
Only him and I aboard.
I take his hand
Knowing his plan
Unsure exactly of my own.
The man is real sweet
But I can't help but try and retreat,
And wish I took a plane instead.