The Last Train Home

Walking in the forest
I look up into the trees
standing like sentries
the guardians of the breeze
their arms reach out to hold on to us
to keep us safe, to keep us free

I look in the valley
where the mighty river runs
down from the mountain
whispering as it comes
in a voice that seems to call out to us
we are all life we are all one

It's a bond we cannot break
from our dream we must awake
how long can we survive
and tempt the hands of fate
the last train home is running late

Standing on the shoreline
I look onto the sea
soft waves beckoning
the secrets of the deep
as a mermaid sings her melody
to help recall the mystery

It's a bond we cannot break
from our dream we must awake
how long can we survive
and tempt the hands of fate
the last train home is running late

Driving in the city
where the devil holds the sky
dark winds are burning
fallen angels cry
as mother tries in vain to warn us
the children, they will pay the price