sitting, waiting on a train.
Lord I wish I knew her name.
that we don’t meet is quite a shame.
as we sit here waiting on a train.
have we met, I don’t know where?
oh the stories we could share.
if one of us would dare.
but we both sit there lost in stare.
time is slowing passing by.
with it moments by and by.
occasionally catching a glimpsing eye.
what might have been becomes a sigh.
as I sit here, on a train.
lord I wish I caught her name.
we never met it’s a crying shame
what might have been goes down the drain.
as I sit here, on a train