The train

I am as a free as the next man on the train,
Bound to the rails along the tracks of our own lives,
He utters not a single word, but I hear him all the same,
As his vacant look depicts the words portraying his own plight,

If there is one thing we share,
It's our enduring sense of loneliness,
Our unwillingness to admit that we have,
But one care,
To alleviate the troubled thoughts,
To mediate with the mind,
And regain a sense of self whilst we...

Roll on through the night,
Hear the chugging of our hearts,
Feel the tugging of the memories that flaunt their sorrow,
Hold your gaze with me,
And I'll pretend to know you well,
Don't know if you can tell,
There's an affinity between us...

As he looks up from his paper cup to assert that I'm still here,
He graces me with a half smile, whilst looking at the floor,
I ignore the call, the crackling speakers, as the train halts at my stop,
Sir I don't wish to vacate my seat, let me stay an hour more,

'Cause there's just this one thing we want,
To cease all the internal feuds,
To release ourselves from solitude,
One thing for which we long,
To feel the joy of love again,
To heal the harrowed heart,
So let's try to loose ourselves whilst we...

Roll on through the night,
Hear the chugging of our hearts,
Feel the tugging of the memories that flaunt their sorrow,
Hold your gaze with me,
And I'll pretend to know you well,
Don't know if you can tell,
There's an affinity between us...

Shall we savour this second,
For the sun's about to reach the finish line,
Would you hold me close,
Like I've always been your friend,
Remember me in time,
Oh whilst I wish to stay,
I best be making my way...