Outside the train overnight
I saw your compass on a sea of frayed cable
And aspects of vision afloat in a glance
Outside the train overnight
If it’s not a Canada of a pain
Bloodlines, wheel-burnished in moonlight
And inklings to listen dispersed in a glance
Like acquisitions from under the noses entranced
And outside the train overnight
You heard some trumpets you thought were turntables
Contrite the whistle wails goodnight
Of course we’re now traveling by plane
You loaded the variables
Floodlights on inexorable sights
Apologizing like an ol' dictator might
We’ll entertain the idea of train
