There’s a sleepy girl sit­ting on a train,
Hurtling through the yawn­ing night.
She’s rush­ing back, but only to the rain.

Her weary urgency reveals a new kind of pain,
Dis­torted in the fleet­ing pin­points of every city light,
Mock­ing the sleepy girl awake on the train.

She won­ders what awaits her and what will remain
Of the mem­o­ries she lived before she took flight.
She’s rush­ing back, but must it only be to rain?

In return­ing, will there be any­thing to gain?
Every tiny detail of every grue­some night,
Tor­ments the girl, bru­tally awake on the train.

The bril­liance of the dark­ness begins to wane,
And the end of her jour­ney will soon be in sight.
She’s rush­ing back, but only to the pound­ing rain.

She prays her tri­als and errors have not been in vain,
That her future is wait­ing and it will be bright;
These are the dreams of a girl falling asleep on a train.
She’s rush­ing back, but all that’s left is the rain.