I might seem a bit peculiar
A bit not right
for though I try, I remain a stranger ? not of this time.
I swear I?m almost there
though I?ve been wandering for days.
I may be chasing ghost trains hoping they?ll arrive
where we used to play.
I may be hopping ghost trains for they terminate
where we used to play in those days.
I know I?m with strangers I recognize and I realize my own disowned me. Were
never mind.
I swear I?m almost there.
This is right where we used to play.
I may be chasing ghost trains hoping they?ll arrive
where we used to play.
I may be hopping ghost trains for they terminate
where we used to play in those days.
I never will let it go until I find the place I called mine.
I never was truly meant for this time.
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