What?. . Stars can't fight city lights. They've turned their backs on us. It's true today, I saw it from the plane. Aeroplanes were never built to fly.
What happens at home since I've gone away. Needles drop soft and sharp. And the leaves gently sway. Low ceiling moves in and circles the bay. Rain rakes the trees.
Fast train. Where do your passengers wait. What's at the heart of your engine's rage. . To what smooth place at the end of the line. With crackling fires and quiet plains.