At night, as I lay in bed with my head on the pillow
It feels like cold glass
And if I press my ear hard enough against the pillow
I can hear the sound of a train
The click of the tracks, the wind, and the crackle of the coal
The sight of the rain is soothing
But I sometimes mistake the rain for tears
The sound of the steam engine is like a soothing voice
Laying me to rest as my body rocks back and forth
And as everything starts to settle
I see her there, trying to wake me
Her hand resting gently on my cheek, brushing the tears away
And her smile, greeting me as I come back to life
LITTLE TALKS 