My train of thought has pulled out

from the station of my mind

All my various marriages

are all aboard the carriages

and I've been left behind!

I've done examination of my motives,

and it hasn't been much use.

Completely analyzed the motive power

from up front,

back to the caboose.

The cars of freight, so fully loaded,

have been opened and they're full of cares and fright

With a rattling and a banging

I've been shunted to a siding

full of loneliness at night.

Rails, and ties of future

stretch before me now,

way off into the distance.

But I can't move,

there's no e-steam

to flood the empty cylinders

and pistons.