Train Station at Night

The train station is cold at night
As the passing blaze makes that noise.

And the money of trade comes, then goes
I think it fine to go fast and slow.

Coming to an end that is less than beautiful
Leaving behind the dust of the east, headed for the coast.

The light is here now, don’t fear the cold.
As fast as it comes- it slows.
Leaving behind the dust of the east, headed for the coast.

The light is here now, don’t fear the cold.
As fast as it comes- it slows.