Maybe it means something That all I think about are trains Or could it be that I just need one thing To mark the change of night and day?
Or maybe my mind is bored With no passage I can enjoy These pearls might be strung too tight All dressed up ready for the ride I wait under station lights The train never comes
Maybe I miss the snap and the scream Of the ocean washing over me I’m not a part of any one thing And all of this combined has made me
Early morning rain smell’s well worn Ice of winter has come and gone These pearls might be strung too tight All dressed and ready for the ride I wait under station lights The train never comes
Between days, between nights All dressed up and ready for the fight I’m standing there under station lights The train never comes Why should I get all decked out For the world’s biggest let down Why should I get all decked out When the train never comes…