Travelling by train

Rattling along, all fields and sky
The silent life is passing by
Peoples life's hid behind their faces
Their lives on hold as they traverse the places
 
And some poor unfortunate soles
Find themselves in gloomy holes
As they're bound to travel every day
To fuel there lives with hard worked pay
 
And me I try and avoid such dangers
Trains and I are relative strangers
No time for me to hustle bustle
No platform shuffle or 'my seat, tussle
 
Work within the travel cost oddity
Where time for me is the real commodity
I like to keep the costs here low
Bank the minutes, watch the interest grow.