Lyrics
Passenger On A Train
Sweat and perfume,
drifting by,
subterranean transportation.
Sparks, reflections
on her inner thighs.
An amusing contemplation.
Dancing lights,
and broken signs,
faces frozen in illumination.
Fires burn
below a ghostly shine,
in desperate need of liberation.
Rusted tracks, broken dreams,
all across the fertile plains.
Engine whistle, mournful cries,
heard from Oregon to Maine.
Staring through unfocussed eyes.
Just a passenger on the train.
Cool, stale air,
Dry and clean,
windows wet with condensation.
Numbered aisles,
blue and cream,
an empty vessel at the station.
Tops of clouds,
an angels dream,
floating like apparitions.
Whose life is
what it seems?
embracing passion,
without convictions.
Spinning wheels, internet ports,
empty promises all the same.
Glass camels on desert sands,
just a spark that fans the flame.
Jingoism across the land.
Just a passenger on the train.
Distant voices
in the dark,
listening for hesitation.
Actions need
an inner spark.
Something more than meditation.
The slumbering forests
of my heart,
pleading for my attention.
Ignore the shadows,
it’s just a start.
Simple choices, no conventions.
Rusted tracks, broken dreams,
all across the fertile plains.
Engine whistle, mournful cries,
heard from Oregon to Maine.
Staring through unfocussed eyes.
Just a passenger on the train.
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