The Depot Train

I know that if in my dream I see
An electric train coming for me,
Then tomorrow, the road awaits again.
And this nightmare comes every night:
I'm alone, and there's no one in sight,
And the train is going to the depot!

In the train car — I am there,
The platform drifts past, a blur of air.
Outside the window — my home, it's true,
And there's no one beside me, no one new.
And I'm riding wherever the train will go,
And the train is going to the depot!

Wooden seats are all around,
The wheels are clacking a steady sound.
I don't like to ask for forgiveness, no,
And I can't stand tears, I know!
And as always, I didn't buy a ticket,
But it doesn't matter — there's no one near.
And the whole way through, the lights are green and clear:
The train is going to the depot!!!

I know that if in my dream I see
An electric train coming for me,
Then tomorrow, the road awaits again.
And this nightmare comes every night:
There are no ticket inspectors here,
And no one will buy a ticket, I fear,
For the train that's going to the depot!!!