southbound train

oh, i guess they'll say i've grown, i know more than i wanted to know, i've said more than i wanted to say. i'm headed home, yeah, but i'm not so sure, that home is a place, you can still get to by train, so i'm looking out the window, and i'm drifting off to sleep, with my face pressed up against the pane, with the rhythm of my heart, and the ringing in my ears, it's the rhythm of the southbound train, oh, where the wind starts to look like her hair, and the clouds in her bright blue eyes, as the sea and the shore fall and rise, like her breast as she breathes by my side, and the moon is her lips as the sun, is headed on down to the sea, like her head as she lays down on me, until we reach ocean side, over and over, i hear the same refrain, it's the rhythm of my heart, and my sleepy girl's breathing, it's the rhythm of my southbound train, oh, i suppose they'll say i should've known, or maybe i'm just feeling old, like a lawyer with no one to blame. i'm headed home, yeah, but i'm not so sure, that home is a place, that'll ever be the same, so we gather up our things, and we head out in the cold, and your eyes are where you carry the pain, when i hear the whistle weeping, it's crying to the sky, it's the rhythm of my southbound train, it's the rhythm of my southbound train