buses and trains

the lake was placid
the night was still
it was where i made my decision for thrills
a month of planning and mugs of guts
a plane ride and a caddy
i was off to see the wallaby

the nights were empty the
streets were still
a planet of whitians
a freezer with hills
life was simple too tranquil
but one of joy
minus the thrills

soon the time came
to make a choice
where the wild things were
or one where antelopes roam
i'm just a smalltown boy
living in an overcrowded tank
but i took the midnight plane anyway

looking back in time
streetlights people
crowded trains and toilets
everbody's just fighting for that one
wobbly spot
its that feeling all over again