Lurching, slowing, screeching to a halt
There was too much for me to hold on to-
Everything I'd gathered from the vault
I had to leave some though. I tried
Guilty of greed rotting me from the inside
A life of tragedy- of going without
One I am not proud of
There's nothing shiny to boast about
That's why I did it- at least I tell myself
The story of I wrote to tuck up on a shelf
The wheels grind slowly from below
Moving steadily, picking up speed,
Promising to take me where I need to go
Somewhere dark and unseen,
Hiding the person I have been
A thief in the night, a thief of this train
I'm a Stowaway-through and through
I'll spend my life running from the pain
I won't be able to stop until my dying day
It's sad, but things just have to be that way
Sometimes the sadness takes me over
I search for something to make me smile
Hunting and picking for that four-leaf clover
Instead, here I ride, disguised on the rails
Never having found much luck along the trails
The rhythm of the engine, its purr along with its whine
Keeps me awake, away from dreams
But, really, with me, that's just fine
For it's in my slumbers that I think of death
Jumping from this speeding car while holding my breath
A man like me can never find redemption
It's not in my bones, my blood
Not in my pension
So tonight I sail through the midnight sky
On a metal ship of wheels, that doesn't why