Joyride

sThe hooter screamed and all were aboard
Yelling, chatting, months of enthusiasm stored

Waiting to go full speed as we left the platform behind
Bidding goodbye in one passage all ten of us confined

It was a great feeling; we had waited for so long
Waited for this journey, waited to sing this song

That song was in our hearts and we sang it with the wind
Stood at the door of the speeding train, at each other we grinned

We were the happy 13 years olds oblivious of what lied ahead
We didn’t have all the bills to pay, we didn’t have a future to dread

The summer and the sun, the train and the tracks
Life was our Santa with goodies in the bag-pack

Grandma packed everything for us to beat the June heat-wave
Lemonade, orange juice all untouched, games is all we craved

Desert is all that we saw; saw as far as we could
Yellow sand, patches of green and scent of rosewood

The train was our summer home with enough room for everyone
The train was our playground with hundreds of players and loads of fun

Today when I am all grown up, I have travelled a far and wide
But all my travels are no more fun as I don’t have Santa by my side

I miss the train, I miss the tracks, I miss the yellow desert
I miss being 13, I miss the journey, I miss the warmth and comfort

I wonder if I’ll ever go back and step inside the train
That summer afternoon and the train journey is etched inside my brain