when the train moves

 

When the train moves

The tracks will vibrate

Shaking up the hollow towns

Telling the goods have arrived

But is it true?

In emergency nothing to hold

There is nobody to check or shout

It looks like a ghost on the rise

It has become slow

In the world of internet

When the train moves

It isn't the bullet train

It's the ghost driving on the tracks

Hitting the waves on the sound

Shaking up the hollow towns

Telling the goods have arrived

But is it true?

The hijack on its way

By the time it hits the towns

It looks like a ghost on the rise