In the nick of time

in the nick of time

you appeared before me

before i can grow out my mustache

and you can grow out your wings

we meet here on this mundane day

held together by a mundane wind

pulled towards each other

stuck on each other's skin

Like sweat

Then

drip off each other’s skin

one day I will put on work shoes

and you will flee this town

we will hop back on our calculated tracks

Choo-choo

The train rides on

And on and on and on

Towards the ends of this world

How big is the world we live in

And how small are we

I asked my father, but he does not know

Perhaps to be a man is to start to know that i cannot always know things

but all trains depart

all the trains

all the trains of the world

depart

In the nick of time