The Sanford Line Rails

Smoke extends high into sunlight and stars
The light on the engine breaths cold facts to the world
Seventeen cars ride the tracks headed west
Through a Michigan riverbed

A riverbed littered with dead broken dreams
Where the legends and myths gather to breed
The train passes through without slowing down once
There’ll be no stopping here for those desperate to leave

And the train presses on towards the place we all need
Fleeing the desperate need to be free
Heads press the windows down to the rocky outdoors
Obscured by the steaming up breath on the glass

Riding the Sanford Line rails tooth and nail
There is no conductor to stamp ticket stubs
Alone we all gather, alone we shall part
The Sanford Line rails are laid down through my heart

The click and the clack grind through seconds forever
The world never spins in the dreams of the lost
Seventeen cars ride the tracks headed west
Through a Michigan riverbed