I loaded the variables
Like masterpieces from under a germ-led advance
I saw your compass on a sea of frayed cable
And aspects of vision afloat in a glance
And outside the train overnight
Floodlights on inexorable sights
You loaded the variables
Like acquisitions from under the noses entranced
You heard some trumpets you thought were turntables
And inklings to listen dispersed in a glance
Outside the train overnight
Contrite the whistle wails goodnight
Apologizing like an ol' dictator might
Of course we're now traveling by plane
If it's not a Canada of a pain
We'll entertain the idea of train
Outside the train overnight
Bloodlines, wheel-burnished in moonlight
A great candescent white skeleton of flight

INVIA LE CORREZIONI