[Verse] The whistle blows, the rails hum low, I trace the paths where engines go. A ticket stub, worn thin with time, Each one a step in this long rhyme. [Pre-Chorus] Fingers fold the edges neat, Memories folded in their seat. [Chorus] Every ticket tells a story, Lines of tracks and faded glory. Holdin’ tight to those small signs, A map of days and borrowed times. Every stub’s a little treasure, Moments kept beyond all measure. [Verse] From dawn to dusk, the rails they sang, Steel hearts that beat with every clang. Now quiet rests the whistle’s call, But in my drawer, I keep it all. [Pre-Chorus] Stamped and worn, the past remains, Whispered journeys in my hands. [Chorus] Every ticket tells a story, Lines of tracks and faded glory. Holdin’ tight to those small signs, A map of days and borrowed times. Every stub’s a little treasure, Moments kept beyond all measure. [Bridge] Years roll by like freight trains passing, But these scraps are mine, everlasting. A life on rails, forever true, In paper pieces, I’m still with you. [Chorus] Every ticket tells a story, Lines of tracks and faded glory. Holdin’ tight to those small signs, A map of days and borrowed times. Every stub’s a little treasure, Moments kept beyond all measure. [Outro] The whistle fades, but I remain, Keeper of tracks in memory’s train.