In the engine hymn of this evening's train, I swore I
heard your name. And in the whistle's refrain of this
evening's train, I swore I heard your name. I remember
keeping mad hours in the night under an honest sky, when
the world's shadows stood at shoulder side by side, and
so did you and I. Like a bashful boy to shudder from a
ray of light, a coward by design. While across this
crowded town there's a girl who bleeds from open wounds
and an open heart. That's a feeling that I can't afford.
I've been in the dark too long.