I see the wagon trembling
Its gears all now wrecked
Its parts all now rusted
But its spirit still dwelling inside

I hear the wagon shouting
Calling out to me
Singing songs of the past
Songs of long gone times

The wagon,
Part of my every journey
Its memories I still share
It haunts the streets
I have traveled
Making me relive the moments
That I have spent there. . .

The wagon. . .