Waiting at the station for an empty train
That’s full of empty people standing in the rain,
Waiting at the station for the train to come
To open my grey old world to a distant sun.
Listen to the doors shut as it speeds away
Leaving from the platform
Leaving shadows of dismay
Disappearing down the line with it goes all hope
Of meeting her and touching her and feeling her so close.
One day I might get lucky and glimpse as she goes by
Waving from the window at some other lonely guy
I hope her heart is warm enough to try to come again
I hope her smile is true enough to stop the pouring rain
I hope that hope itself doesn’t wash right down the drain
But most of all I hope that, I’ll see her once again.