Catching
this train.
It's
far too late to get away,
'Cos
in the end
It
doesn't even matter.
Ride
this train with you,
How
I'm always in the gutter,
Does
this make a lot of sense,
Because
you'll never ever matter?
Cruising
to the end of life,
Who
do we know and what is
Ever
of much importance?
Go
for gold and taste the edge,
Build
faith for what can never
Offer
submission or surrender....
This
train has journeyed
From
my station, to towns of
The
kind, my heart so longs
To
find, where you and I are
Kind.
Rolling stock, something akin
To
couldn't give a flock, is
How
your timing makes me feel,
If
only your love were real.
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