Chill

Three types of transport
Start my day
Since the car's gearbox
Went astray

It's stuck in third
As far as I can see
So it's in the garage
For some TLC

So now it's bus
Next will be train
But one thing for sure
Is clearly plain

I've a nine o'clock
It's 8:35
No hope of making
That, dead or alive

So shall I fret
Panic and fuss
Not a lot I can do
Sat on this bus

Shall I worry
Make my heart strain
As I wait on the platform
For the train

No.
Don't think I will
I'll be like the weather
And chill, chill

If I don't make it
Or even if I do
Chilling is my plan
What about you?