Gold Digger

All aboard
on the gravy train,

 To the east,
 the money's made,

What are you waitin for,
Why are you standin guard,

Theres nothing here
but these barren lands,

Only fear,
with theses empty hands,

The mass pile on,
all ready to move on,

The whisle blows,
for those who choose,

To build something,
with someone new,

Last chance,
To hop aboard,

We'll all soon,
 be gone,

Movin on now,
Pickin up speed,

The locomotive,
Takes the lead,

Its too late now,

Click clack
lifes back on track,

 Looking back,
I can barely see,

 A single dot,
standin next to a tree.

 Distance make you,
This distance makes you,

Smaller
                
Smaller

Smaller

Smaller

Smaller




                    Silence was the gold