Empty Train to the Sea

Wheels don't turn, the whistle's gone mute. An empty train with no dispute.

Rusty tracks lead to the sea, where freedom dances wild and free. No passengers,

no clattering sound. Just the tide rolling in profound. Empty train, empty train,

roll to the blue. No one aboard, just the sky and you.

Empty train, empty train, kiss the spray. Ride the waves and drift away.

Seagulls laugh where the echoes fade. Salt-stained dreams on a golden parade. Windows wide to

the ocean's grin. Let the journey start within. No timetables, no clock to

fight. Just the sun sinking soft in light. Empty train,