I always pictured us sitting at a train station, sitting on a bench, in the middle of the city.
I had nowhere to go, but you were everywhere at once.
You came back from another station.
I always saved the seat next to me, because I’d know you’d come back.
You always took the train back to sit next to me.
But I knew one day the time would come
When I would wait for you to come backAnd I’d see the train arrive
And you would be at another station
Sitting next to someone else.