Beaten down my midnight rain
Waiting for the train she knows
No longer runs the rusty tracks
Down which empty wind blows.
Maddening desperation radiates
From a young woman’s spirited soul
As she forces herself to imagine the sound
Of an iron steed chewing on ebony coal.
She’s been pacing the deck since dusk
And she’ll keep pacing far past dawn
For a love she lost along the line
To an oblivious and indifferent pawn.