Trains

Trains on train tracks

are made to come back

from every place that

they've ever beena 7:30

a sunday off peak

I knew she'd leave me

but not like thisyou know

you're the reason

that I felt alive out here

for so long

I've been waiting

for my chance to disappearthe wooden sleepers

the girders lying still

are cold reminders

of what you had to dowe're not like train tracks

sometimes we have to move

and never come back

despite the things we loseyou know

you're the reason

that I felt alive out here

for so long

I've been waiting

for my chance to disappearThis town

is just a strip of bars

and streets with common names

it's strange

to know you'll watch me

as I slowly pull away