One day I rode upon an Autumn train. The sky was slate, the wind was cold and blue. I saw stark trees and brilliant leaves and rain, and yet I only thought again of you. I'd come out on this trip to hide myself. I thought I'd not be found right in plain sight. Music I had, and earbuds from the shelf, I soothed myself with them all through the night. And when the morning came, all cloudy cold; all still and sad and broken I became. For in my heart, I'd suddenly grown old and all I'd left to whisper was your name. I droppped my hat down low upon my eyes, and hid in Love's most distressing disguise.