The railroad clatters like a rattlebox of mine
going to the place where everyone's waiting
for me with their lovely smile
except the day with dozing off
I always gaze out the window
try to spin my thoughts, moving like smoke, into the crystals
Clattering along the rail
staring curved trees
and the sleeping birds on the cables
The gossips on the NY post
people chatting on the phone
making a music tickling my ear
When the train floats into the sky
it is going across the bridge to the city
When the train floats into the sky
going to across the bridge
going back to the city I live in
but i don't know whether I like or not
I'm home, I'm home
I'm thinking I'd better
to stay for a couple more days
I'm home
although you're not here anymore
The railroad clatters like a rattlebox of mine
reaching at my station
where everyone's struggling
with their smile
