a pair of couplets

on that train headed west
sun breaks the horizon
seen the world two times now
but keep on traveling
the echoes of an era burn
so hills the moon keeps trim
of those and tides roll in
and the land starts sinking

some folks just dont know
what it is theyre missin
starting every day
without ever livin
you could say we got here by takin not givin
mouts speack out each day
without sayin nothin

the secret of life
aint worth findin
false prophets
in need of remindin