Before we'd step toward fated tracks,
Distance betwixt we did not lack,
Twenty years of rumbling path,
When did we meet at that train last?

Back to that moment, now rattling forward,
You are my constant, I'm sitting toward her,
Through street and city, you've been my guide,
Moving, standing, sitting --
Now sleeping side by side.
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