Hm-hm-hm-hm
Hm-hm-hm-hm
There's an old man cutting through the land
In a slow lead old train
Seeing into things in the windowpane
Of that steamboat old train
See the outside, such a pretty side
Discuss falling fall rain
See the inside, it's reflected by
Now we can't hide all right
Oh, it's a city rather lonesome
There's somebody in the glass
And she's smiling, let him hiding
There is cry in smiling back
Thus by magic, a train took to flight
And it sailed north through the light
As the darkness up around the sky
The reflection came to aligned
There were fireworks in the northern lights
They were dancing like a kite
At the last stop, they came tumbling down
For fine feet placed on the ground
Hm-hm hm-hm hm-hm
Hm-hm hm-hm hm-hm
Hm-hm hm-hm hm-hm
Hm-hm hm-hm hm-hm
