The signal what does it say,
I can’t see it.
Red? Amber?
It’s amber,
lets continue on our way.
The trains are on the same line.
They are going to crash!
Drivers, can you hear me?
A crackle and the line goes dead.
Now they’ll never stop in time.
I can see the face of the other driver,
scared, confused, last prayers.
A screech of metal,
a bang, a scream, a cry.
And a final deathly silence,
only voices of the dead reply.
Hello! It’s Sarah!
You’re through to my answer phone!
Hello?
Can you hear me?
Pick up Sarah.
Sarah?
Hi! James here!
Don’t forget to leave a message!
Hello?
James where are you?
Are you ok?
James?
The answer phones echo,
the recorded messages play.
From the wreckage of the train,
Friend's and loved one's voices say,
“Where are you? Hello?”
“Answer, stop driving me insane!”
But there is no answer.
Not now, when it is too late.
