Trains

we will never run
into one another on trains
there will be no chance meetings,
we'll miss each other by minutes.
the habits and parties which brought us together
avoided, grown over, and left.
we will never run into one another on trains.

i wrote you a note saying i was leaving and left.
it's all yours or mine now
we might never meet again, you know-
it might just never happen.
we might never meet again, you know-
it might just never happen.
we will never run into one another on trains.

don't talk to ghosts
don't open the window for them
you don't slow your pace when you see them on the street
but if what they say about life after death being so sweet, about how sweet, how sweet it is then missing you so. . .
I miss you so.

looks like i'm losing my famous sense of humor
older than i look, younger by far than i feel,
and i feel fine as wine, duty free, aged, clear, pure and concealed.
Miss, tell me your name and where I have been
and where we are where are we now?
we will never run into one another on trains.

but if we do will i be dressed for the occasion?
this thought haunts me dressing or undressing mornings, it does.
Things that we play at are not us, i have not forgotten.

we might never meet again, you know-
it might just never happen.
we might never meet again, you know-
it might just never happen.
we will never run into one another on trains.
we will never run into one another on
trains.