The Girl on the Train

I've recently finished reading The Girl on the Train, though I've yet to see the movie version. It was a very good mystery, but I fear a proper review might give away some key plot points. Therefore, you'll have to suffer through a poem instead. But I do hope you will either read or see the movie version of The Girl on the Train. It was special to me because I read it while riding on the train back and forth to work. I was the boy on the train reading about the girl on the train. Anyway, here comes the poem. I hope it doesn't spoil anything for anyone.


Girl on the Train

She feels nothing special,
no need to dress, kind of plain.
Her best days behind her,
she’s just a girl on the train.

She’s kind of a loner,
and barely sober,
her whole life going down the drain.
She’s just a girl on the train.

She can’t feel your pain,
she’s got much of her own.
You can’t sit next to her,
she wants to be alone.
She’s a girl on the train.

She’s seen something strange,
but what can you do?
One of the suspects 
just might be you.
She’s a girl on the train.
She’s just a girl on the train.

But maybe there’s hope,
if she can only remember.
It’s closer than she thinks,
and they’ll want her to surrender.
She’s a girl on the train.
She’s just a girl on the train.

It’s getting clearer now,
but time’s not her friend.
One false move 
and it might be the end.
She’s a girl on the train.

She’s just a girl on the train.

“Track number nine will be departing in one minute… Track number nine will be departing in one minute… All aboard!”