Will you promise me you still love what you loved when I left? I want you to still have what you had when I left. Don't leave me. I'm leaving you these melodies, notes and words that plea for you to stay. I'm the one running away. I have to find you, tell you I need you, tell you I set you apart. And then I'll go, run in circles, and somehow find myself thousands of words away from you. And you say, I never said it would be easy. And I say, I never said it would be this hard. And those days will fly by as they inch along and we'll be back at the start, yet on a journey that hopefully will never end. No one ever said...nobody said. I will fly away on the wings of steel and fly over bodies of water that only serve to separate. But will you believe that I am running back to the start? The further I get, the smaller you look, faster and faster back to the start.

Stations make me think of my own travels, waving goodbye from the glass that frames each tear falling from each eye. Life gets so hard...no one ever said...nobody said.