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A whistle blows
The doors slide shut
I store my baggage overhead
The train hisses a goodbye, the station scrolls by

I fold my coat to make a bed

I can´t afford a cabin, I can barely pay for this
I envy fellow travelers in their bunks
I look around the carriage and see familiar faces
The dejected, the deserted and the drunks
So I decide to join them, I walk into the club car
The barman says tonight my drinks are free
He says he knew that I was coming, he´s an old friend of the family
I might not know him but he knows me
Our first stop´s at midnight, we scrape into a station
The platform pristine and glowing white
A nuclear family sits waiting, the children behave
Mom and dad hand in hand, they all smile and wave

I ignore them, we push further into night

Keep on rolling
Just keep rolling
Now I must be gone

I fall in and out of sleep
Unseen scenery flies by, hidden in the darkness, behind glass
The window is my mirror, I look into my eyes
Watching for the light I hope will pass
I go back up to the club car but nobody´s there
The barman´s gone, his work must be done
He´s left a gift on the bar
A six-pack with a tag that reads
"I thought you might need these, have fun"
The next station´s almost empty, there´s just a lonely busker

He´s singing an old song I think I wrote
But he´s singing the wrong words above his empty hat
And his rhythm is wrong too and he´s singing it so flat
He appalls me with every awful note

Keep on rolling
Just keep rolling
Now I must be gone

One last stop before my final destination
We slow into a tunnel and arrive
All is quiet, there´s no one around
Not a soul, not one thing alive
There´s a statue on the concourse
An old father of the town
A paragon of virtue with cold eyes

He turns those eyes to me and sadly asserts
"The sinner´s life decides his demise"
And then the lights are cut, the station turns black
And once again a face is all I see
I study its creases, the crow´s feet and laugh lines
I´m not even sure that it´s me

Keep on rolling
Just keep rolling
Now I must be gone
Keep on rolling
Bells are tolling
Now I must be gone

Now this is my last chance to turn and go home
Only seconds left before the doors close

I stand in the doorway, my bag left behind
I look for light, a whistle blows