Lyric

They keep asking what went wrong with the children

Turning over every stone except the one at their feet

Saturday morning, a station, a shuttle train

Running to the gates and back again, over and over

Free to ride — and nobody calls it a ride

But I heard laughing from the front of the first car

"Here we go — hold on tight!"

The doors slid shut and the little one shouted with joy

Everybody else had a suitcase, a case, a bag on their back

Those two carried nothing, clothes clean and worn thin

They had all the time in the world

Everybody else just wanted the ride to end

"Look out there — you see it?"

And the small one pressed up against the glass

I stepped off, forgot something, doubled back

And there they were again — still going nowhere, still going fast

"You want to go home now?"

"I want to ride some more"

"More? Aren't you tired yet?"

"This is fun!"

"How fast are we going?"

"Very, very fast" — and the floor began to hum

Some children get flown across an ocean

Some get every single thing they name

Big house, bright rooms, and something still goes wrong

Money never made a morning like this one

"Where's everybody going?"

"All over the world"

Leaving, arriving, chasing the far side of the map

Those two were only riding — going nowhere, together

It cost nothing, and they made it a thrill

Something to share, just being alive in the same hour

Here was someone who chose to spend the day

Who made a plan for an ordinary Saturday

Enough of your hours, enough of your eyes

It doesn't cost a cent

It's the biggest thing there is

The train picked up speed

A hand pointed at something out the window

And the child laughed again

The answer was that simple