Reach up and get my luggage for I am on my way
They call me a train seeker but reasons know you may
My roads of life have been many and as I have traveled
It’s cost me not a penny that’s ever really mattered

I love my treasures of people and nature that I seek
In all the far off places I’ve always had a peek
For trains are all ground beautiful for paper gone astray?
And every time I go by the train life shows a brand new face

Rolling, cross-mountains as leaves upon a tree
They call me a train seeker the train is inside me
Dissected on the train as my mind filters to the mood
This journey has been a long one and please do taste the food

I’d heard a silent summer had come to ride the train
But when I went in search of the heat I found it rather plain
I whisper to the hunger that is inside my head
If this is a good train ride I’d like it painted red

The wash of the ticket keeper is felt in every row
But I am the train seeker so train whistle blow man blow
Lost lovers are of minutes found ones of later days
I wander if they know a train seeker has just passed this way

Season waffles of the mornings with eggs of yellow bright
To taste the night breezes in the wind I ride the train at night
Life’s matching of a maze recalled while on this meet
For I am a train seeker with heaven under my feet

The conductor of this train remembered me today
For he’d enjoyed my temple of travels and saw my eyes at play
The closing of this story is actually quite like this
I am a real train seeker and a train I never miss

So start me up my darling and I’ll tell you where I’ve been
And how beautiful the places and the wonders of my friends
For I am a true train seeker never taking any one train to
The end.