Someone, please tell me,
why am I here?
the little hand passed four,
the dark sky is getting clear
my eyes are really stinging,
but my mind is on a train
to a distant land... i'm waiting
to fulfill an old bargain.

Someone, please tell me,
why am I here?
Blur sceneries pass my eyes,
we're moving fast, so is my fear
did I board the right train?
did I miss a stop?
alone .. I am a tiny grain
in this empty speeding spot.

Someone please tell me,
why am I here?
I do not know my journey,
not even the year.
Given only, a name of a man,
my host whom awaits me
at the appointed land.

It seems that he will tell me
the reason I am here
travelling soundly in my seat,
waiting for dawn to appear.
wishing this train would stop,
before the break of day,
before the man disappears
and leaves me in dismay.

I will get no reason then,
and lay in a pool of loss,
I can only wait until
the next train comes across.