A snake of lights
Through the darkened woods
Is the train I'd like to catch
My net a ticket
My destination somewhere else
As I wait at the station of deserted dreams,
I think to myself
"Could this really be the day?"
Slithering through the tunnel
Comes the train of hopes, maybe dreams, maybe life
Am I ready to climb aboard?
I look behind me,
At the lost tickets of has-been dreams
Do I wish to be one of them and stay?
Do I climb aboard and slinker into the world?
Whistle blows
Time to choose
I put my ticket in my pocket,
I am not ready.
Maybe tomorrow
