trains come and trains go
some will move out some in of your life
we’re not always schroedinger’s cat
sometimes we choose not to delay the road and take the train to forward land
wouldn’t I like to know where it leads or where I lead my track
wouldn’t I like to have the gift to read the stars or people’s eyes
which I find at times harder, more than the soul
but stepping out of the cage is a gesture
stepping into the light is a sequel, sometimes it’s cause and effect with no delay
sometimes I don’t have time to put the lyrics together so I leave it for yesterday and I live today
so forth with some answers unasked and so on with some answered questions
be them asked or not
consequences of time or of heavy hearts
of break throughs or of cravings
in the end, just jump up, you’ve payed the ticket.