🛸 Train to the Univers

Intro: Slow, ambient synthesizer pad, distant ticking clock sounds, and a gentle, echoing clean electric guitar arpeggio in 4/4 time)(Verse 1)Stepped onto the platform, I Was told it's a must,The ticket in my hand is made of chrome and rust.A whistle blows softly through the cold empty night,The iron beast shimmers in a violet light.It runs on the tracks of the stars far away,Leaving behind all the gray of the day.(Chorus)Oh, take me away on the train of the deep,Into the silence where old comets sleep.It flies through the universe, over and back,Leaving a ribbon of smoke on the track.All of your memories are safely kept here,Woven in starlight, stripped of all fear.(Verse 2)The conductor smiles softly, his face lined with space,He punches my ticket and hands me my grace.Through the glass of the window, the galaxies spin,Where does the world end and where do I begin?We pass by the rings of a Saturn so grand,Holding the past in the palm of my hand.(Guitar Solo: David Gilmour style—sustained, bending, emotional, drenched in delay and reverb over a slow, marching bassline)(Bridge)It takes quite a while to cover the spheres,To count up the weight of a million sweet years.In this beautiful style, we drift and we soar,Past every sun that was ever before.Time has no meaning, the engine just sighs,Under the arch of the cosmic disguise.(Chorus)Oh, take me away on the train of the deep,Into the silence where old comets sleep.It flies through the universe, over and back,Leaving a ribbon of smoke on the track.All of your memories are safely kept here,Woven in starlight, stripped of all fear.(Outro: Choir humming, a slow fading psychedelic organ, sound of a distant steam train whistle echoing into infinite cosmic space, slowly fading to absolute silence)