Your Train

       Your train has been leaving
       On Thursday at seven. Your train...
       And it's been running to time.
       Perhaps, it will be the rain,
       And you will go for a prime.

       The platform of station
       Became so deserted and mute,
       Just street-lamps moved in a calm.
       And strips would roll to the chute,
       And endless Winters would come.

       Chorus:
       So this time is springing,
       It's running, and winging,
       And stringing.
       You should be delayed,-
       Look around ! -
       But your dreams are not true.
       Your train has been leaving,
       Your train has been leaving,
       Been leaving...
       And nobody ever returns
       Just to take only you.

       It's time for your thinking,
       It's time for your blinking:
       To go -
       Or not to go, that's the quest.
       Make up your mind in this show,
       Or you will never be rest.

       Your train has been leaving
       Forever, without any joke,
       Due to the schedule of stars.
       Days got mixed up in a smoke,
       The dawn has fallen on us.

       Chorus.