No Round Trip Ticket

I got off at Tolono, just below Champaign,
A flag stop on the edge of yesterday;
The whistle blew a song, I whispered, "So long,"
Waved my hand and slowly walked away.

I think about tomorrow and wonder why it is
We give up all the things we love the most.
Goodbye, you old hog,
I'll have to ride the dog
Until they build a subway coast to coast.

Copyright ©1973, 2000 Bruce Phillips

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