I pull the rushes from the water
And fall backwards through the mist
Into a kiss, a white hot steam hiss
That saturates the air
And I see it there
So I spin away in wide circles
I spiral up and back again
Through paths and brooks
And ancient woods
I push aside a bush to see it once again
To see it once again
Standing, waiting quietly
With an empty seat that's just for me
All aboard, get on The Train
And pay your fee again and again
Take your seat and close your eyes
Till the Red King says it's the end of the line
The days dissolve as the sun returns
On the arc carved by the moon
And through the mists I twirl and skip
But like a ghostly ship it sits
Waiting there for me
All aboard get on The Train
And pay your fee again and again
Take your seat and close your eyes
Till the Red King says it's the end of the line
Under the veil of darkest night
Beyond its sinister turnstile
The black iron horse incites me
To pull out my paints and brushes
And cloak it in hues of cerulean light
Cerulean light
By the diamond dawn's dew
I wearily climb
Back to my garden's flowered rooms
And in the distance I hear the eerie cry
Of the whistle blows that permeate the sky
I know it waits there patiently
I hear it still but cannot see
Because my flights of fancy set me free
Set me free, set me free
