night train
Midnight
Bags gathered round my feet
Possessions
Some lessened
To carry with me
Heavy and
Soothing
Like a gentle symphony

I rest my
Head right
Back upon my seat
It's hard
And cold though
The best thing for me
This train is
Movin'
But my heart is stationery

Seasons change
it won't ever be the same
I'm hopin'
I will stay the same
Reasons strange
Why we always play these games

I left it
With you
note that was discreet
I made sure
I put it
Upon the cellar door
It's hanging, hoping
Will you read it while I weep

Last time
The last time
It flickers through me
So vivid [bad word] From my head down to my feet
We're laughing, joking
Through to my defeat

Seasons change
It will never be the same
I'm hopin'
I wïll stay the same
Reasons strange
Why we always play these games