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they take you for granted(?)
The travelling hords
To them, you just crowded and dirty
Functional. and the means to an end(?)
"Signal failure?" -their grumble - Looks I'll be late, again.
They live move too fast to stop and look
To sit back and enjoy the view
It all fly fast in a blur
Head down, headphones on
Your umble by on seen
Station to station
Day by day
They look, but they don't really see
Unappreciated backbone of the nation
They want the destination We want the journey
From age of steam, to modern commute
Mountain pass, to summer coast
We enjoy the pleasure of your embrace
We look at the world outside along the backs of the lives
A face in the window a broken bike in the yard
Past fields, rivers wide
In the out of cities towns and country side
We are different
We are many
We are rail fans
We have a place when time is our one
The steam, diesel and electric a king
From a high-speed mainline
to backward a branch
This is whey you rule
When old train are equal
Freight, Passanger, Heritage
Modern, Local, Express
When drivers meet creators and collectors to share their passion
A place for people that love anything and everything about trains
A festival of deafening noise, heats, pistons, smokes,
steam, ground shuttering power, and throlling high-speeds
We dont underestimated(?)
We are many
We are rail fans