Freight Train

I got hands to the rails and i'm waiting
head bobbing ducking to a
phantom rhythm it's coming
i tell myself
there is metal clanging somewhere
and steam like progress it will come for me
i tell myself
grand new thunder shake me free
from this everything
vibrations like telegraphs would
herald your coming
if you were
i want it
to be
i wait
i will
for nothing
eyes open hands to the rails
i look both ways i
stand on my head i
pray every night i
just can't find it
so pretend it's gonna find me
hit me hard enough
make me turn around
make me stand up
make me find it

hands to the rails
something coming
i tell myself
send me
end me
pretend
me i tell myself
why can't i find it
why can't i find it