Lines in Motion

Red and yellow flashing by in the night,

Engine humming, city fading from sight.

From Victoria racing, runway dreams begin,

Gatwick calling as you let the rush sink in.

Every second quicker, every journey new,

Exactly what you need, the world in full view.

Down the track, it's a neon blur,

Bold adventures always occur.

Doors are open as the city flies,

The story's written in the rails and skies.

Lines in motion, streaks upon the land,

Stories woven where steel meets sand.

Fast down the railway, bright and bold,

Every journey, a new tale told.

Green and white drifting close to the shore,

Through Brighton’s laughter, every village door.

Southern is gliding with the salt-sea breeze,

Reliable rhythm, moving with ease.

Curving through the coastline, sun on the glass,

Each stop familiar as the landscapes pass.

Down the track, it's a neon blur,

Bold adventures always occur.

Doors are open as the city flies,

The story's written in the rails and skies.

Lines in motion, streaks upon the land,

Stories woven where steel meets sand.

Fast down the railway, bright and bold,

Every journey, a new tale told.

Sleek white steel cutting rain and blue,

From Bedford to Brighton, always pulling through.

Grey and blue flashes, modern and tight,

Welwyn to Hertford under city light.

North to south and east to west,

Connection’s heartbeat, never at rest.

Lines in motion, streaks upon the land,

Stories woven where steel meets sand.

Fast down the railway, bright and bold,

Every journey, a new tale told.Trains roll onward, no slowing down,

Every arrival, a new town found.

Racing the future with every steel sound.