The Wrong Train

Late train.
Window seat.
Wrong direction
underneath my feet.

Next stop.
Doors open wide.
I should get off.
I stay inside.

I took the wrong train
and I stayed on.
Every mile said,
keep moving on.
No destination.
No alibi.
The wrong train
felt right tonight.

Unknown towns.
Passing lights.
My phone keeps ringing.
Not tonight.

One more station
falls behind.
For once I leave
the map behind.

I took the wrong train
and I stayed on.
Every mile said,
keep moving on.
No destination.
No alibi.
The wrong train
felt right tonight.