this is the last train going west
i'm sitting next to memories haunting me.
the lights are flashing from downtown,
they say in whispers, forget about her.
a businessman is running fast
he thought he'd miss the train and sleep alone
the lawyer right behind my back:
she's trying to justify a forgery.
love is in the air
but it's always equated with a loss.
so where do you sit in this train?
beside the lovers,
or beside the ones in pain?
you see them slowly standing up
as we approach the stop for hollywood
there's a show tonight in vine
the lights from downtown pave the way.
the season basks in the interior
it comforts stories from our souls
this is the moment when i realize -
that there's a god above that guides the lights.
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