Seth Proch (July 2,1986 - not yet / Bennington, VT)

Waltzing through the cars,
Soaring through the stars,
Love comes flooding down,
With it comes the sound,
Music from magnetic fields,
In a train-car to the moon with you.

Fireflies light up your eyes,
Like burning suns in darkened skys,
So far away, on distant worlds,
Inhabited by pretty girls,
Rushing fast through time and space,
In a train-car to the moon with you.

Dreams of flying can't compare,
When we dance, we dance on air,
The wheels are spinning without rails,
My heart is spinning fairytales,
The world is fading far behind,
A train-car to the moon with you.