Train: A Tune for "Latched Shoes.": Once, two kids were waiting for the train; but when it showed, the boy pulled back to wait.  And he sure knew what he was doing, finding time to try and confess.  But when he saw the she would wait for him, he knew that this time was the best.  Reaching for the check, he kissed her soft and sweetly.  Then lovingly and bravely he whispered, "Darling, stay with me."  And he sure knew what he was doing, stalling hard to save this time.  But then two tears formed in his eyes while he watched his love step quietly back on the train.  Train: That Euphoric Glaze: (Instrumental)  Train: Isaiah 5:26-30: Conductors share a friendly row while the iron spoke mercurially, "Latched shoes: Tracks can be treacherous, guiding sleepy oncomers to a head-on."  Searching cinder blankets; the debris is speechless.  Can you still breath, my darling?  What of our grand adventures?  Train: Somewhere We Used to Know:  Tired, slippery pulses finding growth.  Tattered darling aching for the end.  Wounds can't hide what I see in you, as you go somewhere we used to know.  Great Big Whale: What you read remotely leaves no fine impressions of what that hand carved anxiously, scripting nameless ghosts.  A name to be remembered.  Supplant that surface image that they've known you by.  Revolt in high red hue.  What beaches a great big whale but fishing around in the shallow en?  They're terrified because they know you know what you're doing now.  Mortality must pressure the adventure of isolation.  Who you are you cannot know until you've been alone.  But red is legendary; a tendency to fade.  Her self-determined exit still speaks from foreign graves.  Behold!  Believe! Do.  Hymn: The Day of Days: The sky hung sweet, sore crisp; we could not help but fall upon our sides to see the result of our finds, and before the time I know.  We both sure ran dry, leaving sweetened troubles.  But oh what grace to have you so soon, and before the time, I know.  Hymn: Cadence: (Instrumental)  Hymn: O'er Frozen Caps: O'er frozen caps, I could not feel you there, to prove I'd go where'er you choose.  Indulging near a copse and confidant, to prove why shoulder what's made known to you?  The Pushman: The Pushman came pushing in a fury without cause; If I fall, then he wins.  So I took a swing or two, I'll do it on my own, I fell and he won.  Finally lost me ego, just in time to call for help.  The Pushman came pushing again for me to fall, but this new friend holds me.  So then he thought to take my ally down, mistake.  Falling like an oak tree, the Pushman soon will join the earth.  The winner gave a wink, and said with a smile, "If he returns, call me."  Oh what grace it is to have a friend as He.  Hopi:  We'll don our unsightly blunders like they're all the rage, and not tell anyone, because we know better.  The world, they don't know or seem to , the little lesions make us real.  Our bandages, they'll remove and let all of ours show.  The Hopis they left holes in their garments of myriad shades, to remind them to be humble and live with mistakes, and that our holes make us real.  I'll Find you Someday: The whistle shrieks, the warm cabin inhabitants awake.  The carts are rushing.  To save my son or one thousand more.  And oh I would that angels could swiftly-- "Run home, dear son."  Bells, a breath, then you go on.  I'll find you someday.  Benediction: (Instrumental)