Train paves the way on these gray days of mayhem I make sense but only in my brain.
Frail ways I stray till these days end but may men
Realize their way before their grave.
And I stall,
Don't we all.
And I fall,
Don't we all.
And I cope,
On my hope,
Hit a note,
And I'll float.
The train paves a way on these gray days of mayhem,
I make sense, but only when I'm sane.
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