The platform started to move, sluggishly, and I knew
That two minutes later I’d be standing in the aisle
Searching my heart for you,
Wondering if there’s any chance I’ll be missed,
Searching my pockets for the fare
And wishing the train would take me home soon.

I always have a list of things to get done soon
Written on my palm; I think I need a new
Work-ethic.  The right hand hands the fare
To the conductor and the wrong one I’ll
Keep facedown on the seat because I missed
Numbers five and six on the list.  You

Say that I work too much but you
Don’t know how I’m always behind and soon
All the chores that I’ve missed
Will be reborn as regrets.  I knew
It would happen when I glanced across the aisle
Out the window down the rails, and noticed just how fair

The skies were.  The world’s not fair
But there’s a world where I won’t take you.
Across distant seas of thought, the isle
Where nothing needs to get done anytime soon
And the important things always feel new
Lies, cloaked in sheets and scarves and tendrils of mist.

Rounded peaks shrouded in sapphire mist
Reach toward skies that are always fair
And the sun shines with the brightness of the new
Coins on grimy sidewalks that you
Pick up for luck.  I don’t need luck here; soon
I’ll be happy on this sun-kissed isle.

“Levittown!  Levittown next!” rustling in the aisle
Accompanies the loud call I nearly missed.
The train and I will be in Trenton soon
Where the station is anything but fair.
I’m torn from the place where I don’t need you
And thrown back to the things I always knew.

Wishing for all the truths I never knew,
Soon I’ll be back in the aisle thinking of you.
All you need to do to ride the train is pay the fare.