Track 1 of the album The Lantern Man Keeps the Last Stall Lit · 2026
Window Seat on the Early Train
“Early train, hot coffee and a hundred faces pointed at the clock. The opening horn is a promise that the day will go well.”
neoclassical · neoclassical · film score · 5:06
Lyrics
The platform hums with coats and quiet coffee A hundred faces pointed at the clock I find the seat beside the frosted window And feel the old unrest begin to knock I don't know where I'm going yet But I know I cannot stay Let the early train take me Past the sleeping rooftops, past the fields of grey Something in me wants the open Something in me wants the day Let the early train take me Where the rails run out of rain I have been standing still too long Let the wheels sing me away The city thins to hedgerows and to hillsides A heron lifts above a silver stream I press my hand against the glass and wonder What waits inside the edges of a dream I don't know where I'm going yet But my heart has found its pace Let the early train take me Past the sleeping rooftops, past the fields of grey Something in me wants the open Something in me wants the day Let the early train take me Where the rails run out of rain I have been standing still too long Let the wheels sing me away Every station is a question Every tunnel is a breath And the light that waits beyond them Is the answer, nothing less Let the early train take me Past the sleeping rooftops, past the fields of grey Something in me wants the open Something in me wants the day Let the early train take me Where the rails run out of rain I have been standing still too long Let the wheels sing me away Let the wheels sing me away