Whose tracks running straight and true
Pass the edge of town we only knew
Taking us away from each other
Over new horizons to discover

Last time the old whistle blew
A familiar sound we all knew
Echoing down the valley run
A final journey has begun

The ancient river changing course
Down the mountain from its source
Meandering slowly back and forth
From the headwaters further north

A boundary between good and bad
As distinct as happy and sad
Two halves that look the same
Contested in a mournful game