The Familiar Face

The morning sun is fading,

Across the old steel line,

A familiar sound is calling,

For what may be the last time.

The windows hold the memories,

Of journeys through the years,

And every mile behind us

Is disappearing through the tears.

The doors close one more time,

The guard gives one last sign,

The headlights cut the night,

As we leave it all behind.

Goodbye, V-set, goodbye,

You carried us through rain and sun,

Through every town and every night,

Through every journey, every run.

The railway keeps on moving,

But nothing feels the same,

We'll hear your wheels upon the tracks

Long after you've left the game.

How many rainy mornings

Did you carry people home?

How many lonely journeys

Were never made alone?

The seats may now be weathered,

The windows may have scars,

But every little mark you bear

Is a memory of ours.

One final trip through Sydney,

One final journey north,

The signals fade behind you,

As the sunset shines forth.

The platform waits in silence,

The final doors close tight,

And we watch your tail lights

Disappear into the night.

Goodbye, V-set, goodbye,

Your final journey's done,

The railway keeps on calling,

But your time has finally come.

New trains will take the passengers,

New wheels will take your place,

But nothing can replace you,

Or that familiar face.

So let the old wheels turn tonight,

Let the headlights shine bright,

Let the V-set make one final sound

Against the quiet night.

The tracks will keep your memories,

The stations know your name,

And somewhere in our hearts tonight,

You'll always run again.

Goodbye, V-set.

One last run.

One last goodbye.