Life travels on like a speeding train
But on this train so many get lost
'Cause on each stop, the people get fewer
And for your ticket, death is the cost

You board this train as a new born babe
And you leave around three score and ten
But someone may pull the emergency cord
Send your journey to a premature end

No one knows when our stop will come
We just hope that it's not for some time
But on this trip, the conductor, he decides
'Cause when he calls, it's the end of the line

So on this express, be thoughtful and kind
'Cause you know this trips only one way
And always be prepared for your trip to end
'Cause today may just be your day

And when you finally leave this train
Then your trip, every step of the way
Will be laid out bare, for all to see
'Cause, friend, this is your judgement day

With fear you watched the train pulling away
And you wish you could retake it once more
But this train only goes around one time
And this train only stops, at Gods door

                       G J Tate