Leaving Florence

It occured to me that this is it; a short spark a lifetime
And i was thinking about the things i've done and what i've still to do
I've made some terrible mistakes so far and for that i'm grateful
The cold air's biting as i make my way and everything seems new

But at this early hour, could i be fast asleep
And revisiting by moonlight all these places i have been?

No echoes rattle up the arcade trails and i've no direction
There's no chorale of passersby to take my identity away

I board an empty train and fall into my seat
I start to close my eyes when i feel tugging at my sleeve

A little girl is quite concerned
She's with her mother and she wonders why i'm not

She promises she'll wake me when we reach my stop