\SUNDAY NIGHT/
[MC]: Tomorrow's the first day of college, huh... Better get going.
*The evening air is cold, a clear sky but a new moon. MC drags the suitcase
and steps out of home. Glances at the phone and sees the time.
[MC]: Just in time to catch the train.
*The subway's empty, maybe because people are home or out for dinner,
or spending time at church.
[MC]: One ticket, please.
*The attendant smiles and hands MC a tap card.
The train doors slide open, MC steps inside, finds a spot near the window,
puts on his headphones, and watches the city blur past.
Cold tracks,
The train hums, through the night
New city, new faces, first sparks ignite
A goodbye, or a hello
The glances, the laughs, the rhythms, through the hall
Chances, maps,
Step by step,
Class bell calls
Morning coffees, first dances, whispered schemes
Late-night calls, broken sleep, shared dreams
Books and pens, our world in quiet frames
Every touch, every laugh, calling our names
It's soft, it's sudden, falling without fear
Every look, every joke, makes the story clear
We thought it was endless
We thought we would last
We felt like the answer
But it slipped through our grasp
We thought, we'd never, fall, apart
But, we've, fallen, like glass ♪
. . .
[train announcement]: We have reached Vineyard Station. Doors open on the
right side. Please mind the gap between the train and the platform.