Sleeper

[00:09.40] A whistle blows
[00:10.69] The doors slide shut
[00:12.71] I store my baggage overhead
[00:16.14] The train hisses a goodbye, the station scrolls by
[00:22.04] I fold my coat to make a bed
[00:36.76] I can't afford a cabin, I can barely pay for this
[00:41.84] I envy fellow travellers in their bunks
[00:46.47] I look around the carriage and see familiar faces
[00:51.69] The dejected, the deserted and the drunks
[00:56.47] So I decide to join them, I walk into the club car
[01:01.00] The barman says tonight my drinks are free
[01:05.10] He says he knew that I was coming, he's an old friend of the family
[01:11.14] I might not know him but he knows me
[01:15.00] Our first stop's at midnight, we scrape into a station
[01:20.35] The platform pristine and glowing white
[01:24.71] A nuclear family sits waiting, the children behave
[01:29.98] Mom and dad hand in hand, they all smile and wave
[01:35.16] I ignore them, we push further into night
[01:39.15] Keep on rolling, just keep rolling
[01:49.31] Now I must be gone
[02:04.49] I fall in and out of sleep
[02:06.57] Unseen scenery flies by, hidden in the darkness, behind glass
[02:13.02] The window is my mirror, I look into my eyes
[02:18.61] Watching for the light I hope will pass
[02:24.00] I go back up to the club car but nobody's there
[02:28.00] The barman's gone, his work must be done
[02:32.02] He's left a gift on the bar
[02:35.60] A six-pack with a tag that reads "I thought you might need these, have fun"
[02:41.87] The next station's almost empty, there's just a lonely busker
[02:47.83] He's singing an old song I think I wrote
[02:51.50] But he's singing the wrong words above his empty hat
[02:57.23] And his rhythm is wrong too and he's singing it so flat
[03:02.00] He appalls me with every awful note
[03:07.15] Keep on rolling, just keep rolling
[03:16.65] Now I must be gone
[04:11.00] One last stop before my final destination
[04:15.10] We slow into a tunnel and arrive
[04:20.21] All is quiet, there's no one around
[04:24.60] Not a soul, not one thing alive
[04:28.40] There's a statue on the concourse
[04:32.22] An old father of the town
[04:34.00] A paragon of virtue with cold eyes
[04:38.30] He turns those eyes to me and sadly asserts
[04:43.79] "The sinner's life decides his demise"
[04:47.84] And then the lights are cut, the station turns black
[04:53.80] And once again a face is all I see
[04:57.61] I study its creases, the crow's feet and its laugh lines
[05:03.19] I'm not even sure that it's me
[05:08.59] Keep on rolling, just keep rolling
[05:17.83] Now I must be gone
[05:28.14] Keep on rolling, bells are tolling
[05:37.47] Now I must be gone
[05:52.18] Now this is my last chance, to turn and go home
[05:56.60] Only seconds left before the doors close
[06:01.12] I stand in the doorway, my bag left behind
[06:06.59] I look for light, a whistle blows