All the screams, and laughs and smiles that once were welcome inside
These wheels they turned and traveled for miles and miles and miles.
These lights they flashed when I would stop to let the children on.
The engine it rumbled, the breaks they squealed, but not so much these days.
So long since breaks squealed
No more traffic to yield
I'm just sitting here in this field
My wipers once worked on all those rainy days, wiping the raindrops away
My horn it blew and rumbled so loud, letting the children know I was there.
The doors opened so smoothly they didn't even squeak to let the children on.
The windows they slid so freely, With every click they stayed in their place.
Now the windows are shattered
The horn it is tattered
The door it only clatters
I have long since retired from those beautiful days, sent out to pasture to rest
Now here I grow old, picking up ever more rust, slowly just rotting away.
I still hold out hope, that someone some day will pull me back out of my grave.
Fix me all up, throw on some new parts, and I'll put a smile of the face of a child.