Riding the rails (destination unknown)

Warm summer morning, gold on the glass Watching the fields and the cityscapes pass Amsterdam is calling, a day with a friend But stories begin where the quiet paths bend Last wagon sitting, a book in my hand Words on the page I didn't quite plan I looked up and caught a spark in your eye A silent hello as the world rushes by The tension is rising, a feverish dream Nothing is ever as calm as it seems I’m biting my lip, caught in your stare A sudden electricity fills up the air Riding the rails to a destination unknown Two strangers drifting, but not quite alone In the rhythm of steel, in the hum of the heat A heartbeat is skipping a rhythmic beat Amsterdam is waiting, but time's standing still In the rush of the moment, the pulse of the thrill I saw you reading, lost in a thought A fleeting connection, a ghost of a plot I stood with a smile, a wink and a sign Walking the border, crossing the line The door is ajar, a shadow, a light Chasing the feeling, holding it tight Just for a moment, the world fades away In the golden glow of a midsummer day Close enough to feel the spark Moving through the light and dark The sway of the carriage, the tilt of the floor Leaving the mundane outside the door Gravity pulls us, a magnetic sea In the space between you and me Riding the rails to a destination unknown Two strangers drifting, but not quite alone In the rhythm of steel, in the hum of the heat A heartbeat is skipping a rhythmic beat Amsterdam is waiting, but time's standing still In the rush of the moment, the pulse of the thrill Amsterdam bound... Lost in the motion...