Rattling through train yards, through wilderness, through night
Long faded out of familiar, still
no destination in sight
Hums and coughs and whistles and blares
Cozy families, their furtive stares
Blinked away, rolled back in their heads
People who have never proclaimed, "I'll sleep
when I'm dead!"
I would give anything for adventure if you would give everything for love.
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