The Lady on the Train from Southport

The lady on the train from Southport,

Her beauty long since faded

Her youth a lifetime away,

Sat with our reflection in her eyes.

With a hundred stories on her lips,

Of long gone lovers

And that day in spring,

She listened to our foolish words, and smiled

The lady on the train from Southport,

Her hands folded and frail

Her legs crossed and composed,

Watched our tangled bodies merge.

With a hundred day dreams unfulfilled,

Of empty trains

And children at her feet,

She sold her heart to us, and cried

The lady on the train from Southport,

Her hope resurrected 

Her tears reflecting our future

In bright, fresh pearls

Sat, with a hundred Easters in her wake

On a train from Southport

To the edge of freedom

And wished us luck on our journey.