It tears at the fallen and it carries the broken on its way / I’ve seen the water rolling, I’ve seen the colors fade away / I’ve seen the water rolling, I’ve seen the colors fade away (Caitlin Canty)

It’s a quick light and a slow burn / A little wink and a half turn / And gone (Jeffrey Foucault)

Train station, I know you all too well / From the boarding we all came and fell / Into your room / The tracks raced beneath our feat / Through square windows, so clean / Well I could see them walking away (Gregory Alan Isakov)