Lost on the line

Steam rising up on a midnight track,

Cold steel rails, no turning back.

The echoes linger, faint and numb,

Haunted by words I can't outrun.

Faces flash in the station lights,

Lost in the blur of endless nights.

I saw your ghost through the window's pane,

Pressed to the glass like a darkened stain.

I'm under your spell, I'm tied to your tune,

Caught on this train beneath the moon.

In a world that's cold and strange,

I'm lost on the line, can't rearrange, oh yeah,

Lost on the line, can't rearrange.

A stranger's eyes, a flicker, a trace,

Every shadow holds your face.

I hear your laugh, your whispered name,

A fleeting echo I can't tame.

The whistle cries, the wheels grind slow,

Through empty fields where secrets grow.

I'm bound to ride, no end in sight,

Through the fog of a restless night.

I'm under your spell, I'm tied to your tune,

Caught on this train beneath the moon.

In a world that's cold and strange,

I'm lost on the line, can't rearrange, oh

Lost on the line, can't rearrange.

Oh, lost on the line, chained to the track,

Pulled to a world that's never coming back.

Drifting in circles, chasing a sign,

I'm lost on the line, trapped in the rhyme

Drifting in circles, chasing a sign,

I'm lost on the line, trapped in the rhyme