We are both human beings
neither one is meant to be here
Dull light and sharp words
in the passenger seat, 
on the side of the street
in your room through the blinds
to my eyes should they cry

There is no mystery
so we stop reading on
I hear trains in the distance
when I sing along
to the anthem of endings
to the terminal blow
to the wind at the fairground
to grass under the snow

But I leave all the lights on
when I drive down the road
by the maps I’ve collected
to a place I don’t know
and a light is a heart and
a heart is a home
and I still hear the beat
even when all alone