window seats on bullet trains

smear land into sky

fear and sorrow coalesce



now I'm trying to find that quiet place

where living is breathing

not knowing is understanding

coming is going

but my heart just beats faster and faster



they asked for me to come

and identify my son

but my son is alive



the life that whispered in my ear

is gone gone gone

window seats, commuter trains

send me headlong



trying to find that quiet place

where living is breathing

not knowing is understanding

coming is going

but my heart just beats faster and faster



they asked for me to come

and identify my son

but my son is alive

in maharishi oblivion



the love that counted back

from ten is gone gone gone

fear and sorrow coalesce



now I'm trying to find that quiet place

where living is breathing

not knowing is understanding

coming is going

but my heart just beats faster



when I got down to the morgue

they pulled back the slab

it wasn't my son

I wasn't his dad



they covered him up

I smiled I smiled

the past is cities from a train



now I'm trying to find that quiet place

where living is breathing

not knowing is understanding

coming is going

but my heart just beats faster