So you want to get away from life?

Have you considered walking?

No, you went for the Express,

But now it's time for talking.
You say there was too much pain

And so you drew the line.

You drew it with a knife

On skin, you did it all the time.
You stayed this way for many days

Until you reached the peak.

You slashed your veins and let it out.

Now it's your turn to speak.
Dry your tears, my little girl!

You'll find it's quite all right.

You've passed through the painful day

It's time for restful night.
Do not complain to me now

You know that it's too late.

You got aboard the Expressway

Time to accept your fate.
Who am I? I'm the conductor

Of this happy, happy train.

Each living thing will see me once

And hopefully never again.
Ah, but here is your first stop

After giving in to temptation.

Watch the kids get on the Expressway

To reach the Final Destination.
~copyright Della Roberts 3/16/03