I am the train that runs away,
an engine of constant desire;
your aching souls all climb aboard,
listening to my humming song,
feeling the electric sway of my
we are eternally connected by
the god of two thin lines,
never joining, always moaning,
screeching, shrieking pleasantly,
seeking consolation, affirmation;
a dying nation needs a father.
your aching souls climb aboard,
come inside, peace and uncertainty
await; the humming song,
the run-away train, the trouble
on the track, the ocean waiting
with its open arms.
ride me, feel me, let me take
you where only minor gods
dare to go; among the whales
and major deities,
exchanging atoms while
the conductor whistles glory.