Where we used to play

I might seem a bit peculiar, a bit not right for though I try, I remain a stranger - not of this time.
I swear I'm almost there though I've been wandering for days.

I may be chasing ghost trains hoping they'll arrive where we used to play.
I may be hopping ghost trains for they terminate where we used to play in those days.

I know I'm with strangers I recognize and I realize my own disowned me.
They were never mind.

I swear I'm almost there.
This is right where we used to play.
I may be chasing ghost trains hoping they'll arrive where we used to play.
I may be hopping ghost trains for they terminate where we used to play in those days.

I never will let it go until I find the place I called mine. I never was truly meant for this time.