Coming and Going On Easy Terms

window seats on bullet trains
 smear land into sky
 fear and sorrow coalesce
 now I'm trying to find that quiet place
 where living is breathing
 not knowing is understanding
 coming is going
 but my heart just beats faster and faster
 they asked for me to come
 and identify my son
 but my son is alive
 the life that whispered in my ear
 is gone gone gone
 window seats, commuter trains
 send me headlong
 trying to find that quiet place
 where living is breathing
 not knowing is understanding
 coming is going
 but my heart just beats faster and faster
 they asked for me to come
 and identify my son
 but my son is alive
 in maharishi oblivion
 the love that counted back
 from ten is gone gone gone
 fear and sorrow coalesce
 now I'm trying to find that quiet place
 where living is breathing
 not knowing is understanding
 coming is going
 but my heart just beats faster
 when I got down to the morgue
 they pulled back the slab
 it wasn't my son
 I wasn't his dad
 they covered him up
 I smiled I smiled
 the past is cities from a train
 now I'm trying to find that quiet place
 where living is breathing
 not knowing is understanding
 coming is going
 but my heart just beats faster