[Intro — Dawn Station Ambience, Ticket Punch, Drums Enter with the Train]

[Verse 1]
I reached the station before dawn;
The cleaning lights were still switched on.
I touched the old ticket in my coat,
Then bought one seat, no ticket home.
The clerk looked up. “Which seat today?”
“A window.” Then she punched the date.
Carriage six came into view,
An old black number painted new.

[Pre-Chorus]
The doors stood wide. The whistle blew.
This time my feet knew what to do.
I crossed the gap and found my place;
The platform moved beyond the glass.

[Chorus]
No more unsent.
No more almost.
I caught the train and brought the page.
I ask no promise at the end;
I only bring what bears my name.
No more unsent.

[Verse 2]
The factories thinned to fields of rain;
Old rooftops flickered through the pane.
I made no speech, rehearsed no plea,
Just named each town between us two.
At noon the coastline crossed the glass;
At one, the final junction passed.
Your city rose in brick and green,
Smaller than the one I'd kept.

[Pre-Chorus]
I could still turn, still miss the street,
Still call retreat a form of peace.
Instead I set the box upright
And took the handle when we stopped.

[Chorus]
No more unsent.
No more almost.
I caught the train and brought the page.
I ask no promise at the end;
I only bring what bears my name.
No more unsent.

[Guitar Solo — Train Rhythm Opening into Sustained Chords]

[Bridge]
The café changed; the florist closed.
At last, I called our closest friend.
She gave one street I didn't know
And said, “Don't pull her back again.”

[Breakdown]
A bicycle leans beside the gate.
Two upstairs windows carry light.
This place is yours. I stand and wait
With both hands open at my side.

[Build-up]
One step for every hidden page,
The box beneath my shaking arm,
One breath before I cross the gate,
The final letter in my palm.

[Final Chorus]
No more unsent.
No more almost.
I crossed the town and brought the page.
I ask no rescue at the end;
I'll take your answer as it comes.
No more unsent.

[Outro — Band Cuts After the Third Knock]
Three quiet knocks against the wood.
The box rests square against my hip.
A floorboard answers from within.
Then shoes approach the other side.
