Evening Train

Would you find it strange If I touched your face With my winter hands Look how close we're standing On this evening train Would it be fine if we stayed Where I can feel your warmth And my lungs expanding Oh God I'm terrified of landing Could it be there's been a misunderstanding If I fell asleep Would I wake to familiar arms Lifting me out of this car Into a single bed Where the morning would clear my head Of all the things that I'd dreamt You are every man Made of concrete plans Full of walls and doors And sturdy ceilings I am sinking sand I am barren land I am quietly stranded I am barely breathing Could it be that these feelings Have been misleading If I fell asleep Would I wake to my familiar arms Lifting me out of this car Into a single bed Where the morning Would clear my head Of all the things that I'd dreamt If I touched your cheek Could you be the passage light Guiding my eyes in the night Til I drift away And the morning Could wake me up To tell me that she'd stay