Disclaimer: Still don't own rfr.
I knew the only way out of my cycle was to leave Roscoe. I had to leave behind Ray and the station. I no longer desired the pressures of being "The Lily Randall": the girl who put butts in seats down town at Mickey's.
The midnight moon and the buzzing of the coke machine filled the deserted train station and I waited for the train to arrive. I was so nervous, apprehensive, edgy, anxious to get out of the town that brought me both joy and pain but at the moment, the bad outweighed the good.
Travis was the only person I trusted to tell I was leaving. He was sympathetic but I guess didn't quite understand. He had been moving his whole live… not even moving really: he had been running. He secretly knew that I was uneasy and I knew he knew it. Travis thinks I need to face my problems in Roscoe; that I would find no better place… I just have to find that out on my own.
I boarded the train to Ontario and found a seat in the back where I could siesta in seclusion. I pulled out my phone and discovered a message from Travis. I clicked okay, held it up to my ear, and slumped into the seat.
"Good luck on your journey, Lily", he started.
It was so good to hear his voice even though I had spoken to him a mere twenty minutes before I left the station with my backpack full of clothes, my favorite guitar, and the $47 I had left over from my birthday.
"I have something that might help you find your way home", he continued.
I was expecting a Buddha quote from the little swami but instead he did something I never expected.
Just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin' anywhere
Just a city boy, born and raised in south detroit
He took the midnight train goin' anywhere
He recorded my favorite song over my voice mail. I know he did it hoping I would come home. I have to get away from the people, the smells, the giant pitchfork, the lonely observation deck, and Mickey's oh so famous hot chocolate. I had to get out.
A singer in a smokey room
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on
Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlight people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night
Working hard to get my fill,
Everybody wants a thrill
Payin' anything to roll the dice,
Just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on
Don't stop believin'
Hold on to the feelin'
Streetlight people
"Story of my life", I thought as I drifted off into an amazing sleep and the train plowed on.