To the west

A high-speed train runs over the mountain, through the valley, and towards the west coast

Someone once told me the west coast is the best coast, so I made my way there in a flash

Along the way, the sunset that we were chasing turned into a ghost

And when darkness entered, I wanted to dash

Days passed and sunrise came up again

Except this time I could not see

We reached the west and I hopped off the train

But it was no longer where I wanted to be

I was so busy chasing sunset in the west

That I missed sunrise in the east