ubiquitin,
While this makes sense for life (the nimshal) the mashal doesnt make sense what kind of train cant you hide from?
Just as we were born and live against our will, in the context of this song, I assume the rider is going to take a ride against his will.
“you try to check your ticket but dont know what it means will you ride on velvet and dine on fine cusine or is a place to sit upon a worn out wooden seat with a slice of old and crusty bread your only food to eat.”
Again while an apt description of life (the nimshal) I have never heard of a train with randomly assigned seats and tickets that are indecipherable, have you? Again the mashal doesnt make sense.
It would make sense if someone handed him a ticket rather than purchasing it himself.