Coffee tea the morning rush
Keys coat bag and ticket
The walk to the station
Kids playing, dogs scavenging, car horns blaring
Hearing the swoosh of the coffee man's machine
A saviour in the middle of chaos

On the platform, clear sky, winter sun
The train is coming the leaves are falling
Rush, rush the doors are openings
Vie for a seat, the journey begins
The doors are closing - mind the doors

Station looms, the journey slows
The City begins as the journey ends