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The window is black; towns pass like a necklace of small lights. We write names in breath on glass, count the nights through. A ticket warms a pocket; a pulse keeps time. keep time. Ride on, glide on; dreams stay, night strong. Tea in a paper cup rehearses warmth in both hands. Miles hum low, a band you can’t quite see. Faces merge in the pane and drift; lean back; no end. Ta-ta-ta, the carriage knocks: don’t slow. Keep the time; let it flow. Ride on, glide on; dreams stay, night strong, and the rails fade into a sighing harmonica.
Lyrics
(Chug—chug) lights in a row. Window black; towns pass—necklace of small lights. Names on the glass; we count the nights. Ticket in a pocket; pulse keeping time. (Keep time) on the line. Ride on, glide on Dreams stay, night strong Ride on, glide on Dreams stay, night strong Tea in a paper cup warms both hands. Miles hum low like hidden bands. Faces in reflection drift and blend. (Lean back) no end. Ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta—don’t slow. (Keep the time) let it flow. Ride on, glide on Dreams stay, night strong Ride on, glide on Dreams stay, night strong (Harmonica hold… rails fade…)
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