Chasing Trains

Poetic commentary on the 20th century man

Saw you wandrin’ the streets, you were dodging cars.

Had your hands in your pockets, head in the stars.

I called out your name just to watch you come down,

but you were light years away when you finally turned ‘round.

You packed up your home like an old pocket watch.

Left it there on the shelf with the whiskey and scotch.

It stopped keeping time, and your heart couldn’t wait.

Now you’re out skipping stones in the pouring ran.

All the lines on your face, they draw you in stone.

It’s a map of the world, and it’s leading you home.

But you’ve worn out your shoes chasing trains,

and you’re all burned out like a flickering flame.