.
Welcome aboard, I am the conductor,
Here's where we're bound...
There are no stops, and one destination,
Back into town...
This tiny world, plastic and wood,
I would escape, if I could.
I see the banker next to the baker,
Standing quite still...
Wish I could run and talk to a stranger,
I never will...
My feet are bound, glued to the ground,
No way to leave, today.
Look at the church and look at the steeple...
Open the doors and look at the people...
They pray for the world,
Pray for some wine,
Pray for the sun, to shine.
Bags at the gate, train's running late,
Stand in the queue, and wait.
Welcome aboard, I am the conductor,
Your tickets please...
Just out of town's a bridge to cross under,
More plastic trees...
Circular track, keeps leading back,
Back to the start, and the end.
Written and performed by Ron Renaud aka Ripplingmoon
Ray Garand plays electric guitars
Copyright 2016 Ron Renaud
Welcome aboard, I am the conductor,
Here's where we're bound...
There are no stops, and one destination,
Back into town...
This tiny world, plastic and wood,
I would escape, if I could.
I see the banker next to the baker,
Standing quite still...
Wish I could run and talk to a stranger,
I never will...
My feet are bound, glued to the ground,
No way to leave, today.
Look at the church and look at the steeple...
Open the doors and look at the people...
They pray for the world,
Pray for some wine,
Pray for the sun, to shine.
Bags at the gate, train's running late,
Stand in the queue, and wait.
Welcome aboard, I am the conductor,
Your tickets please...
Just out of town's a bridge to cross under,
More plastic trees...
Circular track, keeps leading back,
Back to the start, and the end.
Written and performed by Ron Renaud aka Ripplingmoon
Ray Garand plays electric guitars
Copyright 2016 Ron Renaud