Before the First Train

Reflective · Original lyrics · Fictional voice · Lyrics only

The station clock is taking sides,
The minute hand will not explain.
A paper cup, an empty seat,
The blue before the first train.

Wait with me a little while,
Let the morning find its name.
There is no arrival yet,
But the waiting is not empty all the same.

A cleaner moves across the floor,
A bird looks down and looks away.
I put my ticket in my coat,
And leave one question for the day.

Wait with me a little while,
Let the window catch the flame.
When the doors begin to open,
We will leave with more than when we came.

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