The clicking cars are all that break the peace
As wanderers dream I paint a scene
Of raven peaks and steep ravines
Surrounds a solemn opaque dream
Dark above the carriage ticks
I move along the metal grain
Fixed in snow that falls and sticks
Oh how I'd like to break the chain
If the sky should rip and sun appear
The ice would rip the soil through layers
Would anyone fail to see this come
Or solely mind their own affairs
Dark above the carriage ticks
I move along the metal grain
Fixed in snow that falls and sticks
Oh how I'd like to break the chain
The river carves the shapes and letters
Did one look upon these stills
To find the letters, the words, the means
To describe the life on a standing hill
Dark above the carriage ticks
I move along the metal grain
Fixed in snow that falls and sticks
Oh how I'd like to break the chain
I drift alone through sterile hills
And here my frozen breath sustains
I alone, passing through these hills
Yet two stand still, two remain
Two ancient friends stand alone
Within the snow their pins combine
These years alone have brought them close
These grey and brown and ageless pines
Hello my friend, my old companion
I may come back but not by the same way
Like snow, no flake shall ever fall twice
There is one way to leave, to go
Lead on my friend, my old companion
I may return but not by the same way
Like snow, no flake shall ever fall twice
There is one way to leave, to go
Goodbye my friend, my old companion
I may come back but not by the same way
Like snow, no flake shall ever fall twice
There is one way to leave
And if the snow fell off the trees
The two might bathe within the rays
A feeling cherished, but long forgot
One they'll remember for all their days
Guide us now we lose our course
With no one to lead or drive us on
And no one will ever come to mourn
Our frozen solitary days are gone
Last time my friend, my old companion
I may return, but not by the same way
Like snow, no flake shall ever fall twice
There is one way to leave
Breathe a sigh of relief in the absence of the nearest star
See how others peacefully sleep and be thankful for where you are
Breathe a sigh of relief in the absence of the nearest star
See how others peacefully dream and be thankful for where you are
Night falls faster here and soon the houses disappear
The light reflects back the eyes of birds
Looking like distant stars; watching safely over railway cars
As we pass through ice to snow
We know to where we all must go
We pass the fields of the morning dew drops
But how long till we reach our stop
The clicking cars are all that break the peace
As wanderers dream I paint a scene
Of raven peaks and steep ravines
Surrounds a solemn opaque dream
Dark above the carriage ticks
I move along the metal grain
Fixed in snow that falls and sticks
Oh how I'd like to break the chain