At night I heard those distant sounds
Which caused my troubled mind to mourn
The Locomotives on their rounds
Would rumble through with blaring horns

My desperate escape from pain
A burden which I did not need
Lay hopefully upon a train
Determined that I would succeed

Would boxcars be available
For me to ride out on the run
At least they were dependable
And maybe even slightly fun

What mattered just a little more
Opportunistic wealth and fame
Though not so apt to be in store
As just a common household name

The preparations for my sake
Were packing food and not be late
Deciding what else I should take
Before I hopped upon that freight

I felt the urge to up and go
Then run along that railroad track
With fleet of foot and not be slow
Not knowing when I would be back

My farewell talk to run and all
Was rumoured round our small town street
Though few could understand the call
How free it could be and so sweet

Too bad for them because I knew
That something better lay out there
And certainly was overdue
But somehow would be made aware

Perhaps adventure would relieve
The torment I felt deep inside
Which was what I hoped to achieve
But would not know unless I tried

ANTICIPATION
A box car sat one evening
Just west of the great western main
The twilight kind of mellowing
A wondrous mood to thus provide