I was riding on my train of thoughts
When a ticket inspector he pounced and caught
Me in his eyes, his hands of ice
And he said to me "Tickets please"
I said I have none,
This is my own train at least I thought
I didn't realize I had to pay
Well you need one for a holiday
Take your leave, time out of mind
But a thoughts a thought, the tracks don't mind
The driver must be paid, so too
The workers of the railway
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