When the train leaves don't mind the gap
Smell of the grease, shapes on the map
You can turn back, climb up those stairs
I won't come back, rain check your prayers
Arms akimbo on the platform, flickering like black and white
I'd hold you in a zoetrope, but you'd look better in the light
When the bird calls at 4 a.m.
Waking us all, dreams left to mend
I'm still awake, tending this end
String left untied, unending thread
Arms akimbo on the platform, flickering like white and black
I'd watch you in this flipbook, but you flip a page you can't flip back
