Commuting on the Village of Elburn

Commuting on the Village of Elburn, Union Pacific, early morning ride.

Fifteen cars and a hundred and fifty riders.

Three conductors, coffee, Tribunes and Sun-Times.

All along its eastbound trip, the train pulls out at a decent clip.

Rolls along past houses, stores and fields.

Passing towns with suburban names, distribution yards full of Toyota dreams.

And folks who should have parked more carefully.

Good morning America, how are you?

Don't you know me, I'm your Metra son.

I'm the train they call the Village of Elburn.

I'll be gone forty-four miles when the trip is done.

(With apologies to Steve Goodman and Arlo Guthrie)