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.