Window Seat

Morning moving on the glass,
Towns and rivers drifting past.
Coffee cooling in my hand,
Steel wheels running through the land.

From my window seat
I watch the world go by.
Mountains, fields and distant towns
Beneath a changing sky.

Snowy peaks and southern seas,
Foreign roads and olive trees.
Borders vanish in the night,
Morning brings another sight.

Tracks are carving through the dawn,
Yesterday is past and gone.
Watch the shadows fade away,
Welcome to another day.

From my window seat
I watch the world go by.
Every mile, another place,
Another changing sky.

The signal's green.
The rails run on.
Another world...
And I am gone.