Inside the tunnels, the stone tunnels, are the trains And inside the trains, the steel trains, are the bags of skin And inside the thin skin are the blood and the bones And inside the blood and the bones are the dreams It really is that simple, it really is that fragile I am one such dream inside the blood and the bones and the bags and the Trains and the tunnels There's a dream sitting next to me There's a dream across from me Fragile We all know that one day The tunnels will crumble and the trains will stop And the blood and the bags and the bones will be gone And in between now and then something will happen to all the dreams I don't know what will happen to the other dreams But I know what will happen to me Sure as rain, I know, sure as winter I'll breathe and grieve and struggle and strive and love, love And if I'm lucky once, just once, the dream will drop to the floor like a vase And shatter in shards of silence Where I will see, I will see in the pattern of the pieces, I will See something This will, this will happen But now the train with all its fragile cargo rolls on.