Train whistle blows as it
Rumbles down the track.
Past warehouses and factories,
Loaded railroad cars back to back.
Companies have their plants
Around this part of town--
Vast open areas surrounded
By 18-wheelers, packed and loaded down.
Hear the rumble of traffic
Moving on the highway,
Everyone going somewhere--
All a different place.
Sun beats down in daylight--
Moon casts an eerie sliver glow
In the inky darkness,
Creating spooky shadows.
Past the city limits,
Wherever you may be--
Industry is growing
To help life work smoothly.
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