I was waiting for a train one Sunday.
I waited for a while,
It never came.
The train was coming so that i could go and see her.
I guess that now she thinks my feelings lie elsewhere.
I feel asleep on the station platform.
He said I'd been there for an hour or two.
The train had pa**ed right by without my knowing.
Armageddon couldn't catch my ear.
I'm finding you...
Guilty as charged for being late.
And wish that you...
Would show up on time one of these days.
The next one came around at about 3:30.
By then fatigue controlled entirely.
Movements and thoughts with aim of transportation.
Anywhere that's near to her is fine by me.
I'm beginning to think...you'll never come.
But i'm not worried about it...
Because I'm done with all this waiting around for his excuse.
If he doesn't find one,
You'd better believe that I'm through.
The midnight train rolls in,
It seems I've fallen asleep again.
There must be some strange disease
That causes this slumber to come over me.
As cities pa** by
I become more aware of my desire
To see you there.
I'm on my way.
The train pulled in without a sound;
I was gone, you'll never see me now,
I'm on my way.
I'm done waiting around for this...
I'm on my way home.