a sunday evening I was born
a timeworn name to call my own
would adumbrate an impartible home
endowed there was a lulling pass
and a far-off train did whistle through

I was ten and wistfully torn
a naive mind won’t hear a quarrel
only boorish lies and schlocky morals
never mind that lulling pass
though, a far-off train did whistle through

a beardless boy too young to mourn
my reverie held you anchored
a voice at three forever clangors
where’d you go, oh, lulling pass
still, a far-off train did whistle through

meddling now, I palmed a thorn
a wives tale spelt of love and bliss
I won’t countervail her ornate kiss
oh how she tastes of lulling pass
and a far-off train did whistle through

a suave path was never sworn
to reminisce means to salvage the pain
a luring abyss for the susceptible brain
take me to my lulling pass
there, a far-off train will whistle through

restless, yes, but never worn
a bluff I’d be to render now
complacency, a wretched cow
I’ll meet my own dear lulling pass
as a far-off train does whistle through

be well,
bcb