Train, take me to the sea.
I won’t think of her then,
looking out into infinite blue,
feeling so small and eternal.
Train, lull me to sleep again,
rat-a-tat-tatting on the tracks,
and I’ll dream of a world before
Adam’s and mine’s fall.
Train, carry me through the night,
so as the sun rises, pink and tender
in the western sky, I can feel close,
to another and better world.
Train, let me leave old life behind,
that I drove her away, that I broke
her heart, that I made old mistakes.
Let me begin again, small and eternal.