Tuk-tuk, tuk-tuk,
the wheels of steel,
familiar sound,
that makes me heal.

Trees quickly flow,
outside the glass,
and with them too,
my past shall pass.

I leave my home,
to silent plants,
watered by ghosts,
time to make plans.

I'll change myself,
I'll find my way,
I'll meet someone,
or so I pray

Tuk-tuk, tuk-pssh,
train stops, I'm here,
new, happy life
is surely near

In queue behind,
waits pasenger,
strangely see-through,
while plants wither