Stuck on the Tracks

by T.M.S.   Sep 7, 2006


Stuck on the tracks, a train approaching,
Not sure what to do, the giant hunk of steel encroaching.
The car has stopped, and it won't restart,
Do I get out and run? Do I risk being torn apart?

My life flashing now, before my eyes,
In this brief moment of clarity, I suddenly realize.
Everything I held important, and everything I held dear,
Could possibly be taken away from me here.

Do I care about family? No, I've got none to sport,
Do I care about others? No, that's not what I'm here for.
Do I give money where it's needed? No, but I certainly could,
Do I think about helping others? No, I'm sure someone else would.

Do I put my life on the line every day,
So others may be safe and not in harms way?
No, for the money is not worth my time,
Let somebody else put their life on the line.

Do I fight for my country across distant shores,
So we don't have to worry about terrorism any more?
No, that's certainly not what I want to do,
Somebody else can fight the war, maybe someone like you.

What do I do when the TV shows people who are dying?
I turn my back blindly, let other people do the crying.
And what do I do when someone's getting beat up and abused?
Certainly helping could be risky; I have to choose.

I go to the office every day; sit at my desk and work,
I don't care about other people, maybe I'm a jerk.
And, here I am in the middle of my life,
It's about to end; no, wait, that can't be right.

It can't be gone now, I really don't have a thing,
I've never heard my children laugh, or heard my wife sing.
I never wanted them, cause it's something money can't buy,
And now it's too late, cause I'm about to die.

I want to start all over, be born new again,
I want to find good people, maybe even a real friend.
I want to find a woman that I can love without a doubt,
And have some kids of my own that I couldn't live without.

I make plenty of money to give a bit away,
It really wouldn't hurt; it could make someone's day.
And about not caring if people are living or dying,
I would like to change that all, I want no more people crying.

I come back to consciousness now, as the train smashes my car about,
But I realize I'm still alive, some brave policeman pulled me out.
I know what to do now; I'm no longer stuck on the tracks,
I'm gonna start my life anew, and I'm never gonna look back.

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