The Scenic Road
You take the scenic train
Down the scenic road
When it begins to rain
You set down your load
Looking out the glass
You watch the trees go by
Seeing places pass
Never knowing why
You chose this little train
Or this little road
You might take a plane
You really should have flown
But you stay in your seat
Rest your weary head
Your heart continues to beat
And you go straight to bed.
- Lyn
