Ride the Zephyr across America. See the sunset and sunrise and the plight of America from aboard the train.
Passenger train roll into the night
Into the morning and into the night
Forever I roll across America
The steel rail glistens along the way
Into the night and into the day
The streamlined cars roll
Across a land so big
Places to go
Places to be and places to go
Across the mountains and across the plains
Across the rivers, wide and mighty
Past picked-fences and broken glass allies
Neon lit nights, sunrise in valleys
Mailboxes on roads, the train rolls by
A tractor tills soil; a dog chases its tail
The locomotive plies onward
Into the night and into the day
The train sails clickity-clack
The engineer waves, the crossing gate dings
Across our land the east bound sings
Bacon hits griddle; the farmers arise
Into the morning the eastbound flies
Down the track stands Chicago, where my ticket is punched
Loved ones await my arrival in the City
Stories flow over a cup of coffee
What I saw in America
How it rises in the morning and dreams at night
Where it tucks its head as the stars twinkle downward
What the highways and byways look like while rolling
In an eastbound train
Across the land we love
The sun rises again; dawn cracks its head
The morning mail in, the mail trucks sit idle
Hungry for the express car's bags
Parcels and letters have places to go
As the train rolls to its stop
Into Union Station our Zephyr glides
Here I am, Here we are
America
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