Late Night's Train

I can hear the whistle.

I know where it runs.

I could, I should....

But not just yet.

I can see myself,

Hiding out on it.

Hanging on to one thing:

My hope for a second chance.

There's heading South, maybe to Texas

Will Mommy take me in?

Or maybe due Northeast,

So I can hide with Alex

I could slip away

With darkness shrouding me

And say my final good-byes

As I leave my own home.