At last, the day is over,
We'll leave it all behind.
We're coming down to hover
Without a thought in mind.
Then somewhere in the distance
We'll see a pair of eyes -
Remembering our existence,
A tired train arrives.
The babel's getting eerie:
Your German and my French.
A second, and we'll hear it,
The soothing "interchange"!
Line six. Two seats are vacant.
A miracle. We're blessed.
Once more we are awakened -
Your station is the next.
Goodbye now. See you later.
My trip will carry on.
You'll stop and watch me, waiting,
Until the train is gone...