The trees bend over in a way it calls for you 

It's asking for me to explore 

The old fence sits broken but leaves a spot to sit

Broken, but still has a purpose

Old wood slabs held together with metal rails

Holds the pressure of a heavy vehicle just screaming by

It's tough but handles 

It hurts but without those slabs, there's no train

Without a train where do you go?

Sun shines on my back as I walk down 

Each trip we see how far we can get 

What more can we see?

What more is there to talk about?

Some days I sit alone 

Others you join me 

Some days I hope you show up

Others I never want to see you 

The feeling is like the train I guess

It takes a bit to get going 

But once it's here the conversations don't stop

24/7 it feels no stop 

And then it leaves just as fast as it came

It's time to wait for the next train

Why does it work like this?

Is it because of the consistent thought you can't get out of your head?

Or am I just the slight break you need?

I help you get away for those three days

And then we wait for months, right?

The train runs screaming through the neighborhood of quiet homes

It has much to say but not enough time

Sometimes you hear it 

But if you're not looking for it you won't hear