Night Train - Bruce Cockburn

    Not a knife throw from here you can hear the night train passing
    thats the sound somebody makes when they're getting away
    leaving next weeks hanging jury far behind them
    prisoner only of the choices they have made
    Night Train
    Night Train
    Ice cube in a dark drink shines like star light
    the moon is floating somewhere out at sea
    on an island in the blur of noise and color
    Alcatraz, St. Alina, Patmos and the Chateau D'if
    Night Train
    Night Train
    And everyone's an island edged with sand
    a temporary refuge where somebody else can stand
    till the sea that binds us like the forced tie of a blood oath
    will wear it down, dissolve it, recombine it
    Anyone can die here they do it every day
    it doesn't take much effort though it goes against the grain
    and the ultimate forgetfulness of violence
    sweeps the landscape like a headlight of a train
    Night Train
    Ice cube in a dark drink shines like star light
    starlight shines like glass shards in dark hair
    and the mind's eye tumbles out along the steel track
    fixing every shadow with its stare
    Night Train
    Night Train
    And in the absence of a vision there are nightmares
    and in the absence of compassion there is cancer
    whose banner waves over palaces and mean streets
    and the rhythm of the night train is a mantra

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