I get on, I’ve always gotten on,
The rusted doors screech open,
Empty carriages hollow things,
Taking ghosts round in circles,
Through the city of the dead,
A city that only sleeps and breaks.
Once upon a time,
This was going somewhere –
The now empty train once full
Of dreams and dreamers chattering,
Talking wildly of tomorrows,
Of the colours and textures of the world,
Tomorrow, a dream not a reality,
A picture to keep warm by my breast,
Now I’m dressed in time and faded,
I almost looks like someone else,
I think I am alive, but all ghosts do,
They ride this train with me,
Faster and faster to the end of the line,
No time to stop at our graves,
Stuck upon the circuitry of the lost,
She thought i could make it through,
Without empty seats taking confession
Waiting for me on the other side,
All I have to do to leave this place,

All I have to do….

Is get off this train.