Asleep On A Train

In twos and threes the stinging rain falls on this car
Counting time with the lights blinking like a dying star
I'll turn it out soon so i focus on where i go
Pretending to be asleep on a train is hard to forego
While tree branches wave and telephone poles compare notes
What passes by the window disappears at our next thought

The abandoned buildings they don't realize they are all alone
Reaching out to keep the pieces of what they've all become
With the heat of the sun forcing moss and ivy to grow
Across the faces, rushing backwards, giving all they owe
To circumnavigate their frames and join hands with cracks on walls
And make us honest about from where we came and head towards

The sun it flickers and fades setting to the left of my arm
The lovely half lit silhouetted hills now hard to discern
As if they've all given up like old cars in junkyards
And all the air that the train displaced won't come to harm
Simply acting as a means to spread some forgotten seeds
That long ago would find their way home by some other means

And the air that i displace won't even remember my name
Or any other details of the lines of my face
And the air that i displace won't even remember my name
Or any other details of the lines of my face

Passing by a line of crows on power lines that wait for
A something that we all don't attempt to express anymore
Feeling the pull to find a way to what we would call home
Giving thought to, things i felt as i wait on the platform
Evading the subjects that are constantly on my mind
While circling above them like clouds at the same time

The wheels sometimes falter and scrape on the tracks as i drift
To all the things that settle to bottom that i try to keep hid
Like the dirt that settles in the river once we've all passed
That no one will mention unless they've been on the same path
Trying not to let the weight of those thoughts drag you down
Like a tree letting it's leaves go after holding too long
The heavy weight of the last few turns that the engine takes
Through the windows the faint smell of diesel fumes that pervade
Signal that we've made our way close to the station at hand
And all the indecipherable things i've tried to comprehend
Sometimes it's easier to pretend to sleep on a train
Rather than pay attention to what your thoughts might contain