• I'm on the train
    and there is rain
    made by tears
    also made by fears
    here comes a tunnel
    shaped like a funnel
    to filter
    and pilter
    I plunge
    into darkness
    and lunge
    at brightness
    coming short
    so I abort
    I'm on the train
    filled with pain
    racing down the track
    and turning my back
    on those I love
    and go above
    on the train
    no longer sane
    on the train
    made by rain
    and no longer sane
    On the train of sorrow
    No tomorrow
    I have caused pain
    because I was not sane
    On the train of sorrow