In the pitch black dark
I find myself
At the overpass
Staring down at the railroad
Waiting for a train to come
For its gust of wind to hit me
To make me feel alive
Until the headlights die
Into the night
And I’m left with nothing
But the music blasting from my earphones
To drown out every single thought

Maybe I’ll be here when the sun comes up
Maybe I’ll take the next train home


– ARM