we will never run into one another on trains there will be no chance meetings we'll miss each other by minutes
the habits and parties which brought us together avoided, grown over, and left we will never run into one another on trains
i wrote you a note saying i was leaving and i left it's all yours and mine now we might never meet again you know it might just never happen
we may never meet again you know it might just never happen we will never run into one another on trains
don't talk to ghosts don't open the windows for them you don't slow your pace when you see them on the street but if what they say about life after death being so sweet about how sweet how sweet it is i miss you so i miss you so...
Looks like i'm losing my famous sense oh that famous sense of humor older than i look, younger by far than i feel. and i feel fine as wine, duty free, aged, clear, pure and concealed.
miss tell me your name and where i have been and where we are where are we now we will never run into one another on trains
but if we do will i be dressed for the occasion this thought haunts me dressing and undressing in the mornings (it does) things that we play at are not us i have not forgo- forgotten. we might never meet again you know it might just never happen we might never meet again you know it might just never happen we will never run into one another on trains