window seats on bullet trains   smear land into sky   fear and sorrow coalesce      now I'm trying to find that quiet place   where living is breathing   not knowing is understanding   coming is going   but my heart just beats faster and faster      they asked for me to come   and identify my son   but my son is alive      the life that whispered in my ear   is gone gone gone   window seats, commuter trains   send me headlong      trying to find that quiet place   where living is breathing   not knowing is understanding   coming is going   but my heart just beats faster and faster      they asked for me to come   and identify my son   but my son is alive   in maharishi oblivion      the love that counted back   from ten is gone gone gone   fear and sorrow coalesce      now I'm trying to find that quiet place   where living is breathing   not knowing is understanding   coming is going   but my heart just beats faster      when I got down to the morgue   they pulled back the slab   it wasn't my son   I wasn't his dad      they covered him up   I smiled I smiled   the past is cities from a train      now I'm trying to find that quiet place   where living is breathing   not knowing is understanding   coming is going   but my heart just beats faster