Reflective · Original lyrics · Fictional voice · Lyrics only
Rain has left the platform shining,
Every sign has found a twin.
Someone folds a paper ticket;
Someone lets the weather in.
Take the train or take the minute,
Let the small clock have its say.
There is room enough within it
For a slower kind of day.
When the carriage lights come nearer,
I will gather up my bag.
For now the empty track is clearer
Than the plans I thought I had.
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