the tracks lead to somewhere
  but he doesn't know where to;

gloom means solemn silence, 
  silence that only conspires
    with the mysterious;

the past rains mean that
  he is alone,
    and he will stay alone;

the birds are formed in the sky;
  they are slowly but surely escaping;

every step he takes
  feels like the smallest one
    but he has all the time;

the tracks are old;
  they have seen many things;
    they have stories, but they'll never tell;

it is cold,
  but he has no choice;

why is he walking these tracks?
  all he knows is he must.

the signal lamp glows red
  but there is no train;
    and there will never be.