It's on a bridge above the street
The weird and wonderful people you meet
Home with shopping or out to eat
Saving your shoes, your time, your feet
The map can solve the mystery
The murals teach you history
The bus meets the train, the train the bus
Don't fuss. It's good for all of us
A train is like your grandmother
An old body dressed in fabric that's new
But if it's late, or disappears
You feel your thanks are far too few.
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The title is, of course, a pun. You miss the train physically by arriving too late at the station or platform. You miss it emotionally, remembering it nostalgically, wishing to see it again.
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