Hollow Godric. Portraits. Trainride. Zeneszám

All our trunks are stowed
Farewells all said
This train has run
So now we sit and take what?s left
Of summer?s final breath
As our lives roll by
Like portraits and
Landscapes
Just as hours will grow up to be days
Just as I remain a face in the window
This portrait?s never the same
The daylight was waning
And the thoughts came unbidden
As the sky began raining
And the landscape was hidden
By raindrops painting
Their tip tap pictures on windows
This train ride?s a quick one
And no one can see
Just where you will, who you will, what you will be
In time you?ll hear whistles and calls for the end of the line

But I soon left these thoughts
And played gobstones with Ron
Had a laugh at just how many times he had won
And I smiled to think of the stories we?ll have
When we?re done

As our lives roll by,
Like portraits and landscapes
Just as hours will grow up to be days
While I remain a face in the window
This portrait?s never the same