Heading to my loved one for the weekend,

Sunshine beats a path towards the tunnels who will lead me home.

I ignore the grand entrance; built to welcome,

For this journey of anticipation,

And then snub the steps, the Ticketmaster, and the engine drivers.

xxxx

Casey Jones is no more;

I am distracted from a path made beautiful for me;

And those who are welcoming me before I arrive home.