If you sat there
And waited long,
Eventually the fear
Would come ripping along.
The gravel at your feet
Reminds you too dearly
Of the pavement on a street
Where were beat strenuously.
The train arrives at four
Blazing down the track.
When the conductor looks out the door:
Your vision will soon run black.
In the middle of the railroad:
The bars trap you, the gravel haunts you,
Your life taunts you. The good isn’t bad.
But the bad isn’t good, you know it’s true.
The railroad will take your life because
You are coal in the fire – burning yourself out.