I might seem a bit peculiar

A bit not right

For though I try, I remain a stranger - not of this time.

I swear I'm almost there

Though I've been wandering for days.

I may be chasing ghost trains hoping they'll arrive

Where we used to play.

I may be hopping ghost trains for they terminate

Where we used to play in those days.

I know I'm with strangers I recognize and I realize my own disowned me. were never mind.

I swear I'm almost there.

This is right where we used to play.

I may be chasing ghost trains hoping they'll arrive

Where we used to play.

I may be hopping ghost trains for they terminate

Where we used to play in those days.

I never will let it go until I find the place I called mine.

I never was truly meant for this time.