The platform straight and true
The locomotive there to take me to
Causeways of red and white and blue
The ticker-tape
The Shangri la
A countryside stream for my weeping jar
Railway porter ought your trade to pass
Not along the lines to slaughter
Away from wind lost lass
The ticker-tape
The home come welcome
I’ve missed you so much Ma
My townfolk
My northern star
You could have been…
The darkness
That lonely room
Useless space, frustration
No more to achieve
No other voices
The musicians
The magicians
The harlequins
Still and noiseless
Covered in dust
Despair enters
From the dark side
The stage lights
Are turned low
The gods also out of sight
As stories stay to remain untold
