Passing Through

The middle doors are higher for the platforms they will meet
While those at the ends downward seem to bend for people on the street

To climb aboard make way toward a scarlet leather seat and then
Sitting down, we tunnel under town, an engineering feat

One hundred years and those that you would hear but never ever meet



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Liam Kane, Nadia Kane
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