I Heard The Train Again On My Way Home Tonight

I heard the train again on my way home tonight. It was a sound I'd never heard so clearly before. I'd never thought so clearly of you. I could not think of the intensity of the lights, glowing in pairs as they passed me; I could only think of the intensity of my love for you. Halfway home, I felt a realization of the differences in our feelings for each other, yet I do not understand how you love me. The feeling I received brought no insight. It did not let me understand how you feel about me. I only felt a stronger desire for you... for us. I hoped that someday I'd know the joy of running toward you with my arms out, like in one of those cheesy movies. The shine of your smile would compliment the glow in my eyes. I know this scenario would be possible for me, but I think your love for me would need redefining before this could be our reality. I don't even know if this is something you want. Does it appeal to you? Do you want to work on our relationship, or do you see it as futile? Must we mean less to each other as we part for a while or could we start to mean more? Inside my house, I lay on my bed, trying to work my feelings out in ink. I can't understand how I feel... how can I expect to understand you? Am I too idealistic in expecting my honesty to help? I am trying to decide if my blunt presentation of my unpolished, unstable thoughts will prevent the reformation I desire. What type of song would you write for me? Would you be able to sing it too me? The song on the radio reminds me... the driving beat... I heard the train again on my way home tonight.