A haggard couple stumble down the dirt road to the station
Stand at the boomgates
As I board the train
Late train whistles as it glides by the prison
Lights on in the windows of each cell
We stare across at each other through the trees
Late train nearly back in the city
Slides across the river
It’s pitch black underneath
Late train comes into the station
Hear the metal warble
In the cold, wet air
