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Lyrics
I found a seat by the window side
Ticket in hand for a changing life
They said, “All aboard,” I stepped inside
Watched the platform drift from sight
The carriage hummed like a lullaby
Soft lamplight and steady lines
Every stop had a waiting door
I said, “Not yet… there’s something more”
Fields turned gold, then grey, then green
Faces changed like passing scenes
Some got off with a wave goodbye
Some held on, but not like I
Now the glass reflects my face
Older eyes in the same old place
Empty seats where laughter stayed
Ghosts of lives I never made
The doors slide open… I rise slow
One foot forward… I don’t know
Maybe this one…
is mine
The Allegory of the Endless Train
Train
Life’s continuous passage.
Passenger
The self, avoiding choice.
Stations
Opportunities, possible futures, roads not taken.
Doors
Moments when action becomes possible.
Staying seated
Fear disguised as comfort.
Changing scenery
Time passing while life continues outside the window.
Empty seats
Lost chances, vanished people, unlived lives.
Avoiding decisions doesn’t stop life — it just means you watch it pass by.
Reflection
This song does not accuse — it reveals. The passenger is not weak or foolish, but human.
The train becomes a metaphor for comfort, routine, and the quiet ease of staying where you are.
The emotional shift arrives not as a grand dramatic moment, but as a simple realisation:
there was never going to be a perfect time.
“The doors slide open… I rise slow
One foot forward… I don’t know
Maybe this one… is mine”