The road I stop running at after I've flown down the street, worried and sick with stress that I'll miss my early bus and that the late bus won't get me to class on time. Train station on the bottom left corner of this frame that takes me away to the city.
There are power lines, in our bloodlines. And if you don't love me let me go. I am the heart that you called you home.Train station in front of the rising sun.