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
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
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i love this song. I heard him describing the story line in a radio interview right before he played it. Its pretty obvious but a dad and son stop talking to each other after the son joins a religious cult. He gets a call from the morgue to ID his body and he looks and tells them it isnt him....
the father wanted it to not be his son so much he convinced himself it wasn't when he saw him it was or it wasnt his son, he left that part open. I like the former.