window seats on bullet trains smear land into sky fear and sorrow coalesce now i m trying to find that quiet place where living is breathing not knowing is understanding coming is going but my heart just beats faster and faster they asked for me to come and identify my son but my son is alive the life that whispered in my ear is gone gone gone window seats commuter trains send me headlong trying to find that quiet place where living is breathing not knowing is understanding coming is going but my heart just beats faster and faster they asked for me to come and identify my son but my son is alive in maharishi oblivion the love that counted back from ten is gone gone gone fear and sorrow coalesce  now i m trying to find that quiet place where living is breathing not knowing is understanding coming is going but my heart just beats faster when i got down to the morgue they pulled back the slab it wasn t my son i wasn t his dad they covered him up i smiled i smiled the past is cities from a train now i m trying to find that quiet place where living is breathing not knowing is understanding coming is going but my heart just beats faster and faster2