All aboard! the conductor cries, the train will leave today,
By the station, the young men stand, diploma in hand,
Each unsure of future, petrified of error, and therefore brush aside the conductors hearty cries,
One young man, serious and intent, catches a glimpse from the edge of his eyes,
There he stands on top of his train calling out his final pleas, stretching out his sturdy hands,
Oh young man! He stands unsure, his feet they tremble-they will not move,
He stands single file with the rest
Finally, our brave young man he takes a step, but his fellow brothers they pull him back,
His dear good friends, they won't stand that
Our young man retreats gazing in awe,
As he himself begins the train onward and ahead,
A final glance he shares with the captain, one he won't forget,
He sees his life, flash before his eyes, he sees his face, as he slowly dies,
There he finds himself,
Now resolute and mad with fury he imprisons himself no more,
He hops the fence, like a madman laughs, and jumps upon the train
Oh young man! With impeccable grade, with straightened tie, and pretty face
Oh why do you leave in shame and disgrace?
Had that young man returned he would have answered that no grade nor tie nor pretty face can save him from the lies he would have told himself each day,
No certainty will give pride like an uncertain joy,
No pain shall make him cry unannounced like that to which his gentle heart subscribed,
There upon the train of original thought, the young man he sailed away,
His fellow brothers they were unsure and they always stayed that way,
Each destined for great things did good things but without heart and with no play,
All lived in regret of a moment they re-encountered every day,
The captain he cried all aboard but never did they stray,
From the single filed line they stood in, they still stand in today.