I'm already done with walking
I'm so tired, my steps are so heavy
I'm on a train, rattling down the tracks
On the way to I don't know where
There's something weirdly nostalgic about the view
Of this town--whatever its name is--from the train window
Almost like an invisible string
Pulling me by the back, calling me...
As if it were singing a lullaby
While rocking me to sleep on the uneven rails
This station by the seaside road
Feels like it ought to be my stop
But I'm sure that if I stay on
I will reach you, in the past or in the future
Evеn though we've nevеr met
I'm going back to look
For some sign of you