the walls and bulletins look too old
standing on the platform with you
attendants working trapped in a past of their youth..
The sun sets under the morning comb
tickets are combined to be sold
Standing on the platform with you
passengers exhale on the verge of something new
And your standing in front of me
Then gone in a blink of an eye
On a train to somewhere
While i'm stuck out in the rain
Left wondering why
Am I insane
I'm here.. still here
The only place I've been
The night follows like its told
Shivering there's nothing for him to hold
Standing on the platform with you
And suddenly we're through
And your standing in front of me
Then gone in a blink of an eye
On a train to somewhere
I'm questioning why I came
Left wondering why
I'm out in the rain
I'm here Still here. With no concern
The only place I've been. I hope I'll never
return.
*inspired by John Lennon and first wife, Cynthia Powell
