There isn’t really ever a train.
--I mean, it's outta context
unless you on it.
And when are you ever on a train?
you know, when they block the road
in the sleepy town
aside the thundering
63, 64, 95 cars.
Doesn’ matter
It’s always a metaphor: leaving, coming, dying, running
feel the sound
in your bones
feel it in the ground
the cold, cracked dirt
a train, loud and cold and *****
embodies our semi-permanent
pressing desire to be somewhere
else.
Not find somewhere, No.
Never here.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 4:15 PM UTC
There isn’t really ever a train.
--I mean, it's outta context
unless you on it.
And when are you ever on a train?
you know, when they block the road
in the sleepy town
aside the thundering
63, 64, 95 cars.
Doesn’ matter
It’s always a metaphor: leaving, coming, dying, running
feel the sound
in your bones
feel it in the ground
the cold, cracked dirt
a train, loud and cold and *****
embodies our semi-permanent
pressing desire to be somewhere
else.
Not find somewhere, No.
Never here.
