Step on a train
the ground is gone beneath you anyway
be the better man
look out the window and pretend
that you are a horse
running alongside me
sending smoke signals across the countryside
Who cries the barn owl
how you wish you knew
moon rising slowly
she's quaking from the vast amounts of pressure
to illuminate the bridges and the water
and you melt down
like wax you melt down
into the heating vents
call a porter for a pillow
to lay your head
and all you see are miles and miles of trees
and all you see are miles and miles of trees
miles of trees