THE LADY ON THE TRAIN.
It’s another day but the same routine
He steps off the bus but stays put in his dream
The nameless faces all overtake
The rain on his suit don’t make him awake…
It’s another day
But nothing ever seems to change.
The railway station has faces that march
They’re racing the clock but the train’s what they’ll catch
His train sits waiting it’s always there
He sits himself down and stares at fresh air…
The railway station
No nothing ever seems to change.
And then it happened
This lady sits down in the seat opposite
Like a flash of light
His world was awake and his fire was now lit!
Nobody seems excited
That his heart is inside this flame
Suddenly light has been sighted…
And it’s the lady on the train.
Oh that gypsy look and the dark bright eyes
That beautiful skin and her legs hypnotise
Her hair is lying around her neck
Something about her has made him a wreck…
Oh that gypsy look
His life has now been turned to on.
Their eyes never meet but both meet something
He thinks what to say but he’s scared of fumbling
He’s hunting the words that he should use
He don’t realise he’s nothing to lose…
Their eyes never meet
His station has come far too soon.
Oh yes it happened
This lady has turned his whole world on its head
Like a flash of light
Darkness around him was obliterated.
Nobody seems excited
That his heart is inside this flame
Suddenly light has been sighted…
Oh it’s the lady on the train.
Why not let the eyes meet and go with the heartbeat
Instead of ignoring…
The lady on the train.
Why not just do something instead of this fumbling
Why is he ignoring…
The lady on the train.
So the dark returns it’s the same routine
The rain is far worse but his mind’s on the train
The nameless faces are also him
His heart played the dice that he couldn’t win…
So the darkness returns
No nothing ever seems to change.