Back On That Train Again

I just can’t seem to understand

It borders on absurd

I look in your window and I see no one

Hear no sound that can be heard

Yes we feared it would end this way

But we never said why or when

The reason and day will be revealed

When I’m back on that train again

Your painting hangs on the subway line

Just across the tracks

The women and children say your work’s refined

But the men just get heart attacks

When they realize by now the wind can’t get ill

It’s built up a good defense

What blows no good will have to ride the rails

When I’m back on that train again

Back on that train where the sinners reign

They even said that they’d save my seat

For a journey to the incognit

Some only feel free under lock and key

Only tell the truth only when they lie

Some buy a piece of ground for their resting place

Some buy a piece of sky

But me I’ll keep rolling on down the line

Until the end

Hoping you’ll be there at the platform gates

When I’m back on that train again

Song I wrote recently under lockdown with a kind of stream of conscience approach to the lyrics and a mid-sixties Folk-Rock feel influenced a lot by Bob Dylan, The Byrds and Buffalo Springfield