the train whistle was loud and obnoxious
   as it came toward the platform where i stood
with you being so loud and drunk on your self-pity
  that you failed to realize i was never coming back.
i was leaving this town and this life and these friends
  but most of all these dreams that i dreamnt that were
  supposed to mean something but ended up meaning
                                                                nothing.

i needed an escape from this way of living in this suburbia
with the tree-lined streets and the cookie-cutter homes;
                                   the kids playing on the front lawn
                                   the dog chasing after a ball so playfully
                                   thrown across the lush green grass.

i needed an escape from the ever-near city with the smokestacks
  spewing out their cancer and the business men loving their jobs
  more than their wives and the hustle bustle of the bright yellow
  taxis and the flashy cars, the big movie stars, and the bright lights.

i got on the train with my ticket hand that read "one way pass
        to anywhere but here"
        and i didn't look back.
and the train whistle was loud and obnoxious as it faded away
  from the platform where i left you standing, still wrapped up in
        your own version of the truth and what is right.

well, nothing ever felt this wrong and this right and i smiled
  at the train attendant with his handle-bar mustache and
  jolly blue eyes who was seemingly content with his low-end life.
and i sat down in an empty brown seat which i like to think was
  occupied with my former self before i arrived and
     i listened as the train gave out one more whistle
     that didn't seem to loud and obnoxious this time at all.