A stopped train, and I awaken
In the middle of some godforsaken
Piece of country, as an announcement is making
By some Polish girl of why we have stopped.
No its not leaves upon the line
– At least not now – to myself I whine
A girls on a phone seated opposite to it says “Fine”
As she the reason copped.
Apparently, someone is dead
On the train track ahead
A quick prayer for them Ive said
Those who themselves have topped