The train through the village is now empty
There are no passengers, not even twenty
Where have they gone, not waiting at the station
They are watching through the window whilst living in isolation
Memories of going to town, enjoying all the shopping
Now they just have images  of trains, not even stopping
One day this will be over, in the meanwhile they are winging
Wanting to travel the train again being pulled by its engine

FOWC with Fandango: Engine