HS2 Rowan Wright

Everyone knows where I go Sometimes flying through the snow. My wheels are made to hit the track The sound of my wheels turning back.

I know what I have done And that I have not won I understand what I did And that cannot be hidden.

Everyone knows where I will make my way Maybe even every day The mess I have made And that my boss must be obeyed

I know the damage that I cause I do not deserve a large applause They protest against me all the time But I still reach the end of the line