Channel: Entertainment
Uploaded: July 23, 2008 at 9:49 am
Author: sloanesquareer
Length: 00:57
Rating: N/A
Views: 20
Smokey eyes linger in a hazy lightDown by the stationOn the not so lucky side.Cars slice aire, and train passes by.A glance, a frantic pranceA loving tug upon my pants.And in this mystic smokeI'm thrilled, my skin chilledAnd bump razed skinShows only a hint Of how cold outside it is. "Perhaps that is your arms about mePreparing to throw meOnto the train..."Oh, onto the train,So strange a thing...I've never been tossed aboutSo carelessly so.The conductor looks so grimAnd the passengers so gloom.This is the train...This is the train of...And as I hover'Bout the cars of LifeI see all the toil and all the strife"How could it be this way"You beg, and tip the kegAnd it pours murky and sour.What will we do in our final hour?A tug on a sleeveMeans so much to me,And frankly,I could care less today.