Limbo

In the to and fro, I come and go from the here to there

It's muddy and plain as I wait on the train, litter is everywhere

A little music plays, it takes me away and mutes the morning mobs

At least for a while, until the smallest child drowns out the beat in sobs

And there's nothing I wouldn't give to undo what I have done

And spend an afternoon with you picking apples in the sun

Take me out of limbo and set me in motion

Fly me in an aeroplane over the wide dark open sea

Wake me up in Kalamazoo or Timbuktu, it's up to you

Just show me something beautiful I've never seen before