By my window the trains pass.

what else can i say, there is a boy down south. he is wonderful. quite short though, but somethings are so complex they are better served simply.

I'll jump on the train, I'll ride, I will ride,

to a lonely scottish mountainside.

I'll die by the street lamps and foul smelling cars,

without the embrace of the moon and the stars.

My soul is unlocked by the desperate north train,

it dances with trees, it cries with the rain,

I will never return, to this place again.

I'll jump on my bike, cycle through snow,

I've known for so long, this is where i must go

To run from the street lamps and foul smelling cars,

though it's too early, to see the stars.

I'll get there by bus, shame I can't catch a train,

I know I can't stay but I'll be back again,

don't you see that I'm home when i dance in the rain.

I need to run, run run from this place

I cant breathe without rain in my face.

I need to run, run till I'm home,

It wont be long now till I'm gone.

I'll jump on the train, I'll ride, I will ride, 

to demure and flat English countryside.

Though I leave you for street lamps and foul smelling cars,

I will never forget you, pure honest stars.

To find him I must take the lonely south train,

but don't worry north, I'll be home again.

I will show him the wonders of sweet scottish rain.

Reviews

[Labu]

Good rhythm and simple. Almost sounded like a song. Love this :)