Lyrics

Verse:
There?s a middle aged man I heard them say
He stands all the day near an old railway
That?s funny how he watches trains run on their track
He moves accordingly his long thin neck

Pre-Chorus:
He sits quietly and moves slowly as a snail
Just stares at trains, and follows their trail

Chorus:
Sometimes he waves at some faces
Picking carefully their smiles
Every cloud of steam, its own dream
Ah ah ah, its own dream

Verse:
Every single train is a long desired wish
Like a drop of rain on a lonely dry fish
He checks all the engines, they all look so nice
And staying there for hours is no sacrifice

Pre-Chorus:
He sits quietly and moves slowly as a snail
Just stares at trains, and follows their trail

Chorus:
Sometimes he waves at some faces
Picking carefully their smiles
Every cloud of steam, its own dream
Ah ah ah, its own dream

Spoken:
Sometimes we all like hearing or telling a story
With deep meanings and an end of glory
And this one, I can assure you guys
It?s one of them

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