On a warm summer evening, On a train bound for somewhere

And we're off. Taking the train from our sleepy university town to The
Big City. We made the train with perhaps five, ten minutes to spare.

Tonight: a late night train. Tomorrow, a late night flight. And then...

Leaving work was hard. I won't miss the frustrations. But I will miss
the people. Even some of the customers, believe it or not.

For now, I'll follow the track laid before me.