Soliloqui

I’m headed home but I’m not so sure
That home is a place you can still get to by train

Oh, I suppose they’ll say I should’ve known
Or maybe I’m just feeling old
Like a lawyer with no one to blame

Oh, well the wind starts to look like her hair
And the clouds in her bright blue eyes

So we’re picking up our things
And we head out in the cold
And your eyes are where you carry the pain