Imprisoned - Slover

The sudden drop in degree (I think it's around twenty Celsius) has discouraged me from getting down to the city for a few days now. Cabin fever is setting in. Last time I took Trax down 4th south I wondered how it is the trains are able to stop on the tracks. You'd think that of all the things that get slicked during a storm metal would be especially at risk. But I don't know anything about trains. And the rails themselves are veins of freedom that flow with blood even when the cars are frozen up on their artery streets. The trains are the keys.