Pearls

Maybe it means something
 That all I think about are trains
 Or could it be that I just need one thing
 To mark the change of night and day?
 Or maybe my mind is bored
 With no passage I can enjoy
 These pearls might be strung too tight
 All dressed up ready for the ride
 I wait under station lights
 The train never comes
 Maybe I miss the snap and the scream
 Of the ocean washing over me
 I'm not a part of any one thing
 And all of this combined has made me
 Early morning rain smell's well worn
 Ice of winter has come and gone
 These pearls might be strung too tight
 All dressed and ready for the ride
 I wait under station lights
 The train never comes
 Between days, between nights
 All dressed up and ready for the fight
 I'm standing there under station lights
 The train never comes
 Why should I get all decked out
 For the world's biggest let down
 Why should I get all decked out
 When the train never comes...