Passenger's Wake

Here was the place
Glimpsed imperfection unveiling
All about

That was my life
Blurred in the landscape that rolls by
Ushered out

Render me new
Traced into fable
An outline in the wind

I’ve been riding this train
And I’ve come all this way
I won’t be heading back home
Where those echoes belong
I'm done holding the flame
For the rest of my days
I'm just riding this train
To lose my way

I’ve been riding this train
Now I’ve come all this way
I won’t be heading back home
Where those echoes belong
I'm done holding the flame
For the rest of my days
I'm just riding this train