The shape and size of my window keeps changing
By what’s going on outside.
You think safety lies within,
But it’s impossible to hide.
Your window is helpless. It can only see
What they’re thinking about you and me.
Your window can only say,
“How are you? It’s a lovely day.”
But life depends on whether scenery
Crowds your window, or is far away.
A panorama has been fortunate
To do business with this train
With its hills and canals in sun and rain.
The train rumbles in its easy ride.
You watch the views come and go outside.
You know I can’t stop thinking of you.
It’s not us. It’s them, who cannot believe what we did is true.