The rhythm of the engine,
Keeps the beat to itself.
The second hand races,
All the way to the 12.
Minutes gone by,
Thoughts can't be spared.
The ominous darkness,
To me, I'm not scared.
Small lights in the distance,
Doesn't mean they're awake.
The cold of the night,
Makes myself quake.
For the new autumn arrived,
Frost soon to come.
To be home right now,
But no home for some.
I sit awake late,
In such a big city.
To be back in BC,
I feel no pity.
The winter will be harsh,
There will be lots of snow.
The leaves fear it too,
But they have no place to go.
The times are changing,
I have no fear of that,
All my days will come,
I know for a fact.
Keeps the beat to itself.
The second hand races,
All the way to the 12.
Minutes gone by,
Thoughts can't be spared.
The ominous darkness,
To me, I'm not scared.
Small lights in the distance,
Doesn't mean they're awake.
The cold of the night,
Makes myself quake.
For the new autumn arrived,
Frost soon to come.
To be home right now,
But no home for some.
I sit awake late,
In such a big city.
To be back in BC,
I feel no pity.
The winter will be harsh,
There will be lots of snow.
The leaves fear it too,
But they have no place to go.
The times are changing,
I have no fear of that,
All my days will come,
I know for a fact.
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