The train had come to meet her
Like the bride and groom once wed
And the window pane was the perfect place
To lay her tired head

And with every light post past
That caught the winter frost
Headlights reflecting street signs
That measure what we've lost

Scribbled on her arm
Is the name she's running from
And the only one to save her is the one she left behind
The one she left behind

Her footprints pressed most firmly into the new maternal highway
Making tracks for the winter, running home to her secrets
There's nowhere to run when you're all by yourself
With a cardboard blanket to protect you

Scribbled on her arm
Is the name she's running from
And the only one to save her is the one she left behind
The one she left behind