Driving in my car Beep! (crash)

I drive. Ahead of me, a railroad crossing. The giant rods bow their heads, And red eyes flash. Oh, I get to count the trains, Like I did as a Child. Onetwothreefourfivesixseveneight. Eight train cars. How utterly unsatisfying. The rods come back up, And, us cars, we drive away, Like nothing ever happened, Like nothing ever mattered.