Trains are Strange (a, b and c)

(a)

I never get on a train unless I know I can get off when I want

I used to think the same of lovers

Because "indefinite" scared me more than a stranger in the dark, more than a speeding bullet

"Indefinite" meant the same forever

I thought this because I have been the same boy since my first birthday; since I was a twinkle in my fathers eye or a smudge on my mothers

I grew into my rebellion, yours happened all at once

You showed me how your life had ended many times and how just as many times you were reborn

Maybe when this version of me has been destroyed I might carry something over to my next life

Maybe that something could be you

(b)

I get on the train and sit in first class because I don't know any better

I'm only going to Clapham Junction but I could ride this train all the way to Ore

And what difference does it make if I end up by the coast

I know you'd still meet me there

(c)

There's a boy with nice clothes begging for something but I don't know what

He looks hungover, or coming down, or just tired

Maybe he's wondering if anyone from the party will remember him

Or if he'll remember anything in a year

I'm listening to MF DOOM because I like it

He's listening to MF DOOM for the same reason

He makes me worry

He steps off the train and asks if I'm okay

And I say "yes"

"I've just never been struck by lightning before"