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                       After a long day,

                    there's a little game I love to play.

    All the people, they get on the train, and

    it takes them away.

      I sit in my chair.  The train is right there.  

   It drives me brain insane, in a good way.

     I look into the cars, all the people from near and far.  Where do they come from?  Where are they going?

   I am not knowing.

    I hear the sound from the train running along the ground.

        It shakes, it quakes, the place, the space.

                 I wait for the train to come along.

             It sings it's sweet, song.

             Day or night, dark or light

                a bright light

      clickity clack track

    Rain or snow, go

         woo woo, doesnt stop until it's through.

     Chicago, Nation's Capital, Winter, Spring, summer or fall

     No matter if it is early or late, it is still great.