Bruce Cockburn - Night train

Not a knife throw from here you can hear the night train passing thats the sound somebody makes when they're getting away leaving next weeks hanging jury far behind them prisoner only of the choices they have made Night Train Night Train Ice cube in a dark drink shines like star light the moon is floating somewhere out at sea on an island in the blur of noise and color Alcatraz, St. Alina, Patmos and the Chateau D'if Night Train Night Train And everyone's an island edged with sand a temporary refuge where somebody else can stand till the sea that binds us like the forced tie of a blood oath will wear it down, dissolve it, recombine it Anyone can die here they do it every day it doesn't take much effort though it goes against the grain and the ultimate forgetfulness of violence sweeps the landscape like a headlight of a train Night Train Ice cube in a dark drink shines like star light starlight shines like glass shards in dark hair and the mind's eye tumbles out along the steel track fixing every shadow with its stare Night Train Night Train And in the absence of a vision there are nightmares and in the absence of compassion there is cancer whose banner waves over palaces and mean streets and the rhythm of the night train is a mantra