The Runaway Train

Everyday I wait for you, standing in the rain
soon enough your train should come, with it should come you.
My coat is drenched, my face is wiped, expressionless and plain.
Now I see, the day is done, oh what am I to do?

Waiting for your train to arrive, maybe it's just late
Every time I stop to think, just how long will I wait?

Day for day I wait again, so many days have come
Thoughts of how you said goodbye, start to flood my mind.
dropping on me like the rain, renders my heart numb.
These fleeting thoughts that drown my mind, how could I be so blind?

Waiting for your train to arrive, maybe it's just late
Every time I stop to think, just how long will I wait?

So here I stand on my own, outside I remain
So solemnly I shake my head, thinking in disdain-
All the lies you fed to me, there's no need to explain-
There are people that can love, but others that just feign.

No longer waiting for your train, I doubt that you are late,
I don't think that you will come, so I'll no longer wait.

Now I walk myself downtown, day is getting old
Never will I listen again, to the things you say.
Drag myself into my house, hiding from the cold
Drop myself into my bed, this is where I stay.

No longer waiting for your train, I doubt that it is late.
I don't think that you will come, so I'll no longer wait.......

The End

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