Some Talks Are Trains

Some conversations fly
From city lights to dawn.
A question leaves the ground,
An answer lands, and then it's gone.

The distance disappears,
The journey never starts.
You reach the destination,
But never touch the heart.

And then there are the others,
Slow as midnight rain.
They wander through the darkness
And somehow leave a trace.

Some talks are airplanes,
Crossing skies above.
But some are trains at midnight,
Rolling softly through the fog.

You don't remember where they started,
You don't care where they arrive.
You only know the hours vanished,
And something beautiful survived.

We spoke of songs and memories,
Of future cities glowing blue,
Of trains, of dreams, of old philosophies,
And somehow found something new.

The stations passed unnoticed,
The landscape slipped away.
We weren't chasing answers,
We were travelling through the day.

Some talks are airplanes,
Crossing skies above.
But some are trains at midnight,
Rolling softly through the fog.

You don't remember where they started,
You don't care where they arrive.
You only know the hours vanished,
And something beautiful survived.

The tracks keep humming quietly,
The night becomes the view.
And somewhere in the distance,
Another conversation waits for you.

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Here are two arrangements of the song:

https://disk.yandex.ru/d/cE8ffoiLXdUjvw

https://disk.yandex.ru/d/90MEaej45akWFA

Instrumental Composition is via the link:

https://disk.yandex.ru/d/DxIWknBJKk6AEg