There's a trolley in the trainnthat he speaks of in the morning.nSoul is found nin a shoe in the hallway.nAnd the last tickets lownpriced. Cheap.nHe holds up his hands nand forgets what he planned.nnThere's no story but one.nSoon we should have forgottennour demands nand then take a chance.nAnd we turn and we turn.nWhat a way to see the world.nCan we njust let it go by?nnSince last week the stormy weather nhas got names that doesn't matter.nI am calling out to rescuenall the little ones grotesque.nnThere's a street or a lane nthat he dreamt of the other day.nSome quiet day.nA possible way.nAnd the sour, sandy rainnfrom the Englander is pale.nHave felt the crown.nIt was an impossible frown.nnSince last week the stormy weather nhas got names that doesn't matter.nI am calling out to rescuenall the little ones grotesque.