As I lie awake in bed
I hear a train's whistle
I stop to think...
I wonder where it is headed.

I close my eyes to sleep
and a vision appears before me.
It is an old dining car
Happy people walking about
Chatting and laughing
On their way to a better place.

I see the conductor
A silent scream on his face
As the bridge looms nearer
and as the train swerves out of control

In the dining car
the people become nervous

In the engine
the conductor prays
his lips moving to the rhythm of the wheels

As they spin off the track
People screaming
Dishes crashing

I reach out for your hand
But you are not there.
I must go alone

I look out the window
And see the water,
coming closer with every second

And still you are not by my side.
There is a long silence
Blackness
And then I am alone forever.