This train is bound for death But sometimes it happens before we get there. Women hang from the ceiling Long hair wrapped around the beams. Water still in the bathtub Where she slipped beneath her blanket And fell asleep. Red paint matches red hearts matches red We all know what is red. We’re getting so close now, Pressing our backs against the walls. Swaying, staggering, straightahead. I meet your eyes, amazed that You’re still there. Swaying, staggering, I cross cars crossing miles. Take your hand like when you were a little girl. Watch the world speed by outside And jump.