Below I’m posting a bit from a song I love and then I’ll write something around it (not necessarily in the context from the original source but maybe). If the line grabs you, please steal it and play along too. Post a link in the comments so I can check out what you did with it as well.
“And the three men I admire most, the father, son and the holy ghost, they caught the last train for the coast.”
The station was a mess. People running every which way trying to catch their connections. Late. Everyone was always late. Coming or going. North or south. It didn’t matter. Trains always ran late and that meant everyone was always in a hurry when they finally made it to the station.
That was only part of the mess, though. Others sat around, blocking the hallways and generally bottling up the whole works. Tears in their eyes. Down trodden and depressed, the moved slowly with lowered heads and slumped shoulders. Sometimes they congregated together but most of the time they stayed as far apart as their was room for.
Those were the two general reactions people had when they’d heard the news. They either raced about frantic or they stopped altogether and did nothing. They couldn’t be blamed, of course. Nothing like this had ever happened before. Nothing like this would ever happen again.
I’m not sure why they chose me but when they called I answered because I admired them so greatly and then dropped them off at the station. I even walked them to their platform to make sure they got off okay. I didn’t ask why they were going and they didn’t offer an explanation but off they went all the same, to the coast of all places. Why not, I guess. Perhaps things would be different there.
Here the music had died and life would never be beautiful again.