Behind this train, so hard to contain, there's a deeper knowing,
and letting you go, would be much harder you know, if it hadn't been showing,
That you know its true, this place between me and you, just can't be denied, no matter how hard we might try.
So I'll do my best, to give this passion a rest, for your breath, skin and marrow,
its not to consume, but for sweet love to bloom, the way, it is deep and narrow.
Sweet love can be so free, if you walk down the road with me, but you've got to see it on your own, 'cause everything about you feels like home.
Well I want you to go, if your heart is on hold, and in our river you cannot fully be, its been bringing us down, when you feel like you're drowning, its just too fast and deep.
I guess we're just not ready, turn away and get yourself steady, I'll see you in a moon or two, and our time, still could be soon.
Behind this train, so hard to contain, there's a deeper knowing, behind these walls, so strong and so tall, there's a pure sun a'glowing,
as the train slows down, and the walls come down, and we find ourselves smiling, standing at a station, smiling.....smiling......
smiling......with so much more love to go around ~
Behind this train, so hard to contain, there's a deeper knowing.

Jan Thomas Peters 2009