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. There’s an old couple sitting together Seemingly happy, and 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 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.