Tilly

When I look to see, three missed trains, your face a relic dream, what do you want to hear, that love always remains, smooth as shifting gear, are these lines tweaked, as the time gives way, nights of drunken sleep, beyond the railway yards, trees wave in gentle rain, faces trace lonely cards, electrics shush to wheels, still hear that sound today, listen to my sad appeal, what makes you scared, wrapped in your own way, does no one thinks i care, now you've gone away ?