I missed the last train
but in the moment I saw it as an opportunity
to walk the midnight kilometres home

I bravely left the yellow lit platform
lonely island full of light
and its twin ribbons of steel
fading into the night

i crossed the darkened city instead
stepping from one street lit pool to another
where roads were stark the highways bare 
for all my looking there was nobody there

I found my way footsore and weary
across a city where there was not a soul who cared
but I was glad I had dared