I want to ride the rails and pass through the city of brotherly love and find your hand to hold and share some time and coffee or wine or your favorite kind of tea and we could tell each other lies and say we're both ok and read the truth within the space between our eyes and see how many scars we could count hidden in the stars beneath the lucidity of our sins and we could pretend to care or do far worse and fall in love and both leave this world behind and find a train on the rails to eternity and dream