Songwriter: John W McClure
I am a passenger on the last train
Of a disappearing Railway
You got to ride. You got to ride. You got to ride
Well, I was southbound, I caught a slow freight
I jumped right through that box car door
And there were polar bears among the old men
Playing cards down on the boxcar floor
It was a quiet game, the stakes were very high
The old men played to win, the bears just played for food
They said, "The seals are gone. There is no ice flow.
We had to pack our grip and move along"
The ocean boulevard, a crowded shipping lane
The gray whale taught her calf to breach
Done in by sonar waves, the whales ran aground
And slowly died upon that beach
And at the funeral the blue whale spoke his mind. He said,
"I'm searching for a wholesome meal
I'll work for sandwiches. I'll work for plankton.
I dream of deep seas filled with krill"
Out where the rocky streams fall down the mountainside
Bears wade in and salmon spawn
Our bodies fed the young, then came the concrete dam
Made it hard for fish to carry on
Just one kind favor the salmon ask of you
Now that you know, now that you've seen
It's been a part of life, been there for centuries
"See that my birthplace and grave are kept clean."
And there were Mergansers, and there were Murrelets
All riding on that southbound freight
And some were very weak, and some were black with oil
And for some the rescue came too late
"Where are we going?" asked the old penguin,
"I have never traveled South before"
"We are not going far," answered the eagle.
We are all riding in that final car