He’s riding a comforting train,
Called the Sleepy Time Special…
He’s tired of life’s games
And tired of testing his mettle.
He’s waiting to rock to sleep,
In the rhythm of speeding steel wheels…
Better than counting sheep—
The swaying of a train appeals!
Arrival back at his station,
Sometime tomorrow morn…
Waking up to a new days situations
With a blowing of the train horn!