We’re on a freight train
Speeding through the wilderness
By a wavering moon
Clung to the rails, for dear life

We can hardly breathe
In our cramped boxcars
That lurch and rattle through the night

The unknown
Is a breeder of false notions,
Spread softly in a hush
Until the hour the machine
Breaks free from the rails

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