SONNY O'BRIEN: "Sunshine"

The Station

So this is it, and that was that
A landscape turning flat
A train that halts
A curtain falls
Yet the rails never end
And the stage doesn't bend
So taste the pause
Hear the applause
And look at the station
For the very last time
The future is patient
The present is kind

Let no glasses hide
The force of pride
Smiling faces, a grateful crowd,
Waving you out
And when the whistles blow
No choice…There you go
So that was that, and this is it,
Behind the hill
A new thrill