The wooden train stands at platform four
Lonely, silent, doors ajar.
Little Ted won't be travelling to Dreamland now,
Eliot the Elephant's connection to the Land of Nod has been cancelled.
This time, there's no blame for lines covered in leaves
The driver just didn't make it in time,
There was a problem further back up the track
The engine was early, points failed, the journey followed a different route to a destination unknown.
The platform's dark and quiet now,
For Ted and Eliot there'll be a long wait for the next arrival,
The wooden train waits patiently on it's track,
Driverless and ready to go at a moment's notice.
And through the silence, soft and mellow
Drifting lightly on the wind
Comes the sound of a distant steam whistle
Heading out to a distant land.