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Train


I'm seated on the train. I've just left the big city. The city I came to to lose you. The city where I thought I could forget you. And now I'm turning south. Going toward home again. And all that reminds me of you. I'm coming back to you. And it's really a tragedy. Because you never come back to me. And you seemed to have no troubles leaving. Remember that cold, bitter evening? And you told me I'd find someone. Someone I have not found. I'm not sure who I'm waiting for. I guess it's you I'm waiting for. And I'll step off this train. Onto that rain-covered platform. And it'll all come back to me. You'll come back to me. I hope. I'm still waiting for the day I see you again. But that day will never come. Who are we kidding? So when I step off this train And memories of you come flooding in, Please don't be cruel to me Like you once were. I can't take this train ride anymore Than I could take you walking away. You left me in a puddle of tears. Remember?
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