Speak my mind,
Unload all my pain,
That it keeps that Amtrack starts way from Albany,
Then it comes to that junction of Tallahassee down to Tampa,
Tracked tears that never goes anywhere,
Tracks of my tears that smeared from Ontario to Brazil,
Where all the air extinguished at Death Valley into the shores
Of Tunisian nights.
I shall remain who I am,
I can be,
I shall be,
And still be me,
All these times that was and can never be,
When I left her,
Without even an eye of goodbye.