The black dog arrives, it boards the silver train,
It comes as no surprise, the train is late again.
The train bears gifts, the conductors rings his bell,
The tunnel's dark inside, it's time to be born again.
Who knows what we'll find, the sun betrays again,
No light can survive inside, the dark is creeping in.
It's about time, this is the end of the line.
You say this is bliss, born into this.
Something's amiss, the serpent's hiss.
You're suddenly close to tears, I apologise again.
Our destination nears, the journey can begin.
The steam now subsides, the sun is fit to grin.
Trouble's on the rise, forgive me once again.
5 o'clock, 6 o'clock, 7 o'clock, 8 o'clock,
It's time - this is the end of the line
You follow the trail, over the rail,
Around the pale, blue moon.