Lyric

Last train breathes against the glass, my shadow shakes

Station names are sliding out of view

Platform wind is pushing from behind my back

Corners turn without a moment’s pause

Two rings of the bell, no turning back

If we never stop, that is the sign

Ticket edge is folded in my fingertips

Marking where the next page starts

Last train running to the first sunrise

I will choose the road instead of right or wrong

Rolling sound is matching with my pulse

And the seams of night are coming loose

Between the cars the wind is howling in

Someone’s sleeping sways with every rail

Out of tunnels, city starts to fade

And our breath aligns with morning shade

Cabin lights are dimming by a shade

If we never stop, that is the sign

Pocket map is turning inside out

Coloring the present with a glow

Last train running to the first sunrise

I will choose the road instead of right or wrong

Rolling sound is matching with my pulse

And the seams of night are coming loose

Slowing down, the window view is still

Sweat along my cheek begins to cool

Doors will open, breath is drawn as one

Naming this the first of all our mornings

Last train running to the first sunrise

I will choose the road instead of right or wrong

Rolling sound is matching with my pulse

And the new day’s name is in my chest

Over the crossing, thin light spills

One step forward is enough to start