Verse 1 – The Late Train

There is magic in a million faces,

In the voices that are not your own

There is mystery in the midnight places

Where your heart would not wander alone

There are rings on five fingers

Solitary music and a kiss on the nose

I know every heart tells a story

That only another heart might  know

And it may very well be

That to hear you must travel far

Just as I am almost certain

There is little certainty in where you are

But the train hurtles to the next station

Pausing briefly at each stop

Perhaps taking with it

the chance your heart has got.

Songs from the Underground

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