There’s a high speed train to
somewhere.
And a high speed train to
nowhere.
And the ticket paid so costly
can’t beat the ticket Free.
Cause the working world’s
forsaken,
but the gift is given clear.
For the flesh is overtaken,
and the real price is dear.
The conductor on one side is
pale.
His face frowns in the mist.
The other one is smiling, a
fresh grin along the way.
Yes, there’s a high speed train
to somewhere,
and a high speed train
to nowhere.
One conductor’s doom and gloom.
The other looks so right!
One ticket’s very costly.
The other’s free on sight.
That conductor hands the
Greetings!
He’s paid for every friend.
All the world’s invited!
But few have turned to him.
To doubt his truth are thoughts
that bind—
steal, kill, and destroy.
Most folks just wait toe-to-heal
in line.
One train is overcrowded,
standing room door to door,
swaying on the iron rails,
it’s rocking more and more.
The second is streamlined
spacious
with a gourmet dining car.
There’s sleeping berths a
plenty,
the train is going far.
There’s a high speed train to
somewhere,
and a high speed train to
nowhere.
There’s a ticket freely given
on the railroad car through
life.
Too many pass it by with
hearts rushed in strife.
It’s time to stop, to look, to
listen!
It’s time to hear the bell.
There’s a high speed train to
Heaven.
And a high speed train to Hell.
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