I know now it cannot end
Eternity would have to bend
Before our love’s large strength
Which will suffer no reverse
Infinity’s enduring length
Is not as far as love can send
Its message to the universe.
This the train then, this the seat
Which will carry, which will bear
A tired, loving, longing Pete...
Waterloo to Brentford and back
To an horizon of writhing track
Rain on blue trains laying dust...
