Don't you think this position is familiar?
It's a little after twelve, and it doesnt get worse than this.
Looking out of the window, people asleep in their beds beyond the little windows, with buildings in between.
the constant empty assurance, it's all or nothing at all.
it's like I'll walk on water at every chance I get
as i find my own little oblivion as i try to keep myself away from me.
I close my eyes and bought a ticket because it's cold where I am.
I say, "How do you do?"
"The circus has fallen down to its knees as I hear the big top crumbling down"
It starts to rain where I should be, around 12 miles east.
I need a phone call.
I dial and I get no answer. I dont get any change.
I need a raincoat.
I board the train, afraid of getting older in the snow.
Love is a ghost train, rumbling through the darkness.
"Hold on to me, because I have nowhere else to go"
