As we travel through mountains and cities, Sunshine and rain I look around and I wonder about the stories Of the people on this train.
A mother sits quietly With her arms around her son And I wonder where they’re headed, And where they came from.
An old couple sits together Seemingly happy, thankful, free. I wonder how many years they’ve had And how many miles they’ve seen.
There’s a girl with headphones, sitting alone. I wonder about her life And all that she’s known. I wonder about her joys and her sorrows, Her hopes and her dreams As we pass by grass and sheep and rocky water streams.
I wonder if I’d been born here How my life would be. Would I always spend my time on trains And sipping afternoon tea?
Going to the other side of the world Is a funny thing. I’ve seen water that glistens And mountains that sing.
I’ve seen castles and cities and really old towns.
This is where I have the accent,
And where I pay in “pounds.”
But really we’re not as different as it seems.
Just like the girl with the headphones,
I have my own hopes and dreams.
Really, we’re all just the same kind of people,
Chasing after the same kind of things.