The cure for restlessness is rest.

Hey mom,

It's not even 5 o'clock and it's already dark.

Thank God for florescent light.

I've got a bible and beer in my bag

and I'm under bright lights that produce heat.

You know, when the train is late

I can stay here and wait

for a line that is going home.

I can hear the cats

and other trains pass

but I can not really decide

when the right time

or door is going to open.

I can not really decide

if I should close the chapter on the night.

You see, every night I decide

the best to do is to go home.

But tonight is different.

I feel some comfort even though

I have come to understand that everything I know

and trust is just dust.

I still have another hour until I am home

and once I get there, I'll be glad I'm all alone

And now it is raining

It's not too cold

but I'm waiting.

Undecided if I should follow

or go my own way.

But now I'm going to her place

she decided that she has the space.

We both have to get over ourselves.

Just one more night and then it's over

we'll be thankful that we gave up on each other.