And all the walls they look the same
as they go rushing past
Both my eyes they stay the same:
Pressed shut against the glass
Brick by brick and brick by brick and
brick by brick I go
On twinning tracks that take me further
from a place I do not know
Wrap my arms around myself                                                                       Pillow hands against the shelf                                                                  
Close my eyes to the raging world. . .                                                      
Look for me— Arizona heat, Cali drought,                                            
Oregon rain                                                                                                  
When you think you know you've lost me                                              
find I'm sleeping on the train                                                                    
Now the fields whip past the glass
my lids stay together
Cannot see the way ahead; cannot
spy the weather
Day to night and day to night and day to night
time flies
The grouped, chain-smoking pistons softly
exhale to the skies
Your arm around your shoulder                                                              
Remain as though a boulder                                                                      
Close your eyes to the raging world...