Rocking toward the sunset
on the Metro North, I ride
from the city to the suburbs
passengers asleep at my side

a cummuter train, northward bound
a new way of travel, I think I've found
taking tickets, the conductor walks the aisle
a grey haired man, with a kindly smile

as the afternoon sun descends
I question, why some things must end

and as the sun sets in the west
I view my life with no regrets
I've seen the worst and still feel blessed

for all the times when I feel sad
the goodness still outweighs the bad

and as the daylight dims to night
and colors fade to black and white
I look beyond the darkening sky
for answers

more than ever now, I wonder why
some dreams survive, but some must die