The other side of the line,
a burnt-out car.
The unthinkable can happen,
you’re taken too far.
Across the foot-bridge
you get touched inside your clothes.
It might be true, it could be lies.
Along the broken track
beyond the hill,
I remember a song about some boy-girl.
You glance up, a glimpse of Heaven.
Gravity pulls you down,
life sucks you in,
and at the end of a disappearing day,
there’s dancing moonlight across the room.