[Intense, Churning Piano Intro] (The left hand plays a fast, rhythmic clickity-clack that sounds like train wheels) [Verse 1] The ticket is bought with a whisper and prayer, No smoke in the chimney, no steam in the air. They call it a railroad that runs underground, Moving the freight without making a sound. The conductor is waiting, the night sky is black, The fear is a shadow that follows the track. But the rhythm is building inside of the bone, Turning the fear into engines of stone. [Chorus] Hear the lines hum, feel the station master hide, The momentum of freedom is taking a ride. Clickity-clack through the swamp and the pine, The iron horse code on the borderless line. Run from the overseer, run from the gate, The train in the music is defying the fate. [Bridge: The Midnight Locomotive] (The trumpet steps up, playing sharp, sliding, mournful wails like a distant steam whistle) [Spoken/Whispered Loop] Clear the tracks... Keep the stride... [Spoken/Whispered Loop] Out of the shadow... Into the light... [Outro] (The piano rhythm accelerates furiously, then stops abruptly on a heavy, solid chord) The terminal is reached. The passenger is free. [Sharp, triumphant jazz resolution] [Fade to End]
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