Rails
Off the rails
Out of my mind
No route to follow
No road to find.
Who cares really?
I’ll make the rails.
There’s always a way
And a way I can follow.
Even if it’s the beating of my heart,
Still chug-chugging along,
And the whistle is a scream,
Just wanting to belong.
I’ll make new rails as we go,
Cause the path don’t have to be
Any clear thing for us to know.















