I hear the train's whistle in the night and heed its warning,
Feel its yearning,
And follow it running.
But it moves far too fast
I see the child smiling in the light and share their pride,
Join their games,
And help to raise them.
But they grow far too fast.
I hear my lover whispering and dote on every word,
Grasp on to his emotion
And continue to love him.
But he leaves far too fast
