On the Day
The day is a runaway train, Fleeing, I suppose, night’s dreaming. Ride on, charge on, don’t restrain! Thoughts are tumbling, streaming, Nagging and pursuing at…
The day is a runaway train, Fleeing, I suppose, night’s dreaming. Ride on, charge on, don’t restrain! Thoughts are tumbling, streaming, Nagging and pursuing at…