Tuesday, 6 September 2011

Train

I'm on a train right now
The images are blurred
The pressure is high
But the feeling is right
I'm coming home

The view from a dirty window
Tells me I am wrong
Maybe I belong somewhere else
Or maybe I don't
Maybe I'm coming home

The sun is coming down
The train is going south
My love is at my left
And the feeling's right
I feel like I am home

The Moon is rising up
The sunshine is disappearing
The Stars are born and the sky is dead
So is the line of this train
I am finally home

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