Final Destinations Traced-Tracked lyrics

There in transport's history

Amid the grandeurous clamor

That steam and diesel have brought

Where progress took mankind far

And brought so many wonders

The delights of civilization's making

But every road has a beginning

And each route, an ending

Yet at times it is so very difficult

To know the difference of them

A vague destination unnamed

The journey long, or too short

At the limits of gated perimeters

Lie the vassals outcast led

Lights to extinguish enmasse

On this, the chemin du fer

Where all paths may forever cease

Or escape is expedited liberation

But those depots stand empty

Their sojourners silently wait

In eternal anticipation of relief

A scene once somber, grievous

Where whistles sound daily

Arrivals, departures willfully forgotten