Ground quaking
The rails rattle
Pebbles jumping
Panic written as a bad punchline on the conductors face
So he yanks the chain link lever
And blast the horn
It rings in my ears like a siren
As he aims it at my face
Hoping to invoke enough fear in me
That’ll make me move out of my place
And even though
The light at the end of the tunnel is closing in
It doesn’t raise the hair on my skin
Because I’m plague with thoughts from within
Repeatedly playing over and over again
Where are you now that I need you