A night train, midnight, bags gathered round my feet
Possessions, some lessened, to carry with me
Heavy and soothing; Like a gentle symphonyI 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 stationarySeasons change; it won't ever be the same
I'm hopin' I will stay the same
Reasons strange; Why we always play these gamesI left it, with you; A note that was discreet
I made sure, I put it, upon the cellar door
It's hanging, hoping, will you read it while I weepLast time, the last time, it flickers through me
So vivid, it rushes, from my head down to my feet
We're laughing, joking, through (?) to my defeatSeasons change; it won't ever be the same
I'm hopin' I will stay the same
Reasons strange; Why we always play these games