The train never stops,
It circles its circuits
There's no on on board,
And theres no one to work it
The lonesomely captain,
Is glued to the windows.
A million fly past him
Through shadows of ozone
Each station he passes,
He fondles the brake.
His eyeballs turn plastic
"I know that mistake"
See, what if they steal
Yet another train-car?
There's pain in his heart,
And he won't think that far.
So he smudges away,
And adds to the pile,
Another small tear,
Made of grease, blood, and smiles
So onto the next,
Every station in line,
Taunts him, but he's
Firmly made up his mind.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC
The train never stops,
It circles its circuits
There's no on on board,
And theres no one to work it
The lonesomely captain,
Is glued to the windows.
A million fly past him
Through shadows of ozone
Each station he passes,
He fondles the brake.
His eyeballs turn plastic
"I know that mistake"
See, what if they steal
Yet another train-car?
There's pain in his heart,
And he won't think that far.
So he smudges away,
And adds to the pile,
Another small tear,
Made of grease, blood, and smiles
So onto the next,
Every station in line,
Taunts him, but he's
Firmly made up his mind.
