SOUTHBOUND TRAIN
Julie Gold
I’M SITTING ON A SOUTHBOUND TRAIN
STARING AT TH E SKY
I’M THINKING OF MY CHILDHOOD
AND I’M TRYING NOT TO CRY
WHILE A STRANGER SLEEPS AGAINST ME
AND IT FEELS LIKE I‘M HIS WIFE
THE TOWNS AND CITIES FLUTTER PAST
LIKE THE PAGES OF MY LIFE
MY HEART IS THE BAGGAGE RACK.
IT’S HEAVY AS CAN BE.
I WISH THAT I COULD FIND SOMEONE
TO CARRY IT FOR ME
TO PAY IT SOME ATTENTION,
TO HANDLE IT WITH CARE
BECAUSE IT HAS BEEN DROPPED
AND IS IN NEED OF SOME REPAIR
SOMETHINGS I KNOW SOMETHINGS I GUESS
SOMETHINGS I WISH THAT I COULD LEARN TO EXPRESS
LIKE THE WAY THAT I FEEL AS I STARE AT THE SKY
AND REMEMBER YOUR VOICE AND THE SOUND OF GOODBYE
MAYBE IT’S THE AUTUMN CHILL.
MAYBE IT’S THE RAIN.
MAYBE I SHOULD WAKE THE STRANGER
AND ASK HIM HIS NAME
BUT MY EYES THEY WOULD BETRAY ME
AND MY WORDS COULD NOT DEFEND
NO I MUST LEARN WAIT MY TURN
BEFORE I LOVE AGAIN
SOMETHINGS I KNOW. SOMETHINGS I GUESS.
SOMETHINGS I WISH THAT I COULD LEARN TO EXPRESS
LIKE THE WAY THAT I FEEL AS I STARE AT THE SKY
AND REMEMBER YOUR VOICE
AND THE SOUND OF GOODBYE
I’M SITTING ON A SOUTHBOUND TRAIN,
STARING AT THE SKY
I’M THINKING OF MY CHILDHOOD
AND I’M TRYING NOT TO CRY
