Flashing lines, passing cars.

Highway signs, neon bars.

Satellite dish, trailer park.

Lonely streets, houses stark.

In the glass, my own face.

Floating there, out in space.

Now and then, another train.

Bullet fast, through the rain.

Had to leave, but now I’m back.

Like this train, now on track.

Slowing down, station near.

Sea of faces, now it’s clear.

Start a smile, grab my pack.

See your face, smiling back.