Passing time on a railway line Trying not to fall from the tungsten tracks Wishing that one day That train won't pass me by A desolate station long disused The barren platform's overrun With weeds that whisper Staring me in the eye
As I sit on a broken bench Blowing time from a dandelion I hope no one will find me Discover my secret place My secret place
Like the paint on the platform sign My thoughts of you are crumbling Tumbling to the dusty floor Like I'm stumbling to discover more What went wrong? What went wrong with us? Will I always be the only passenger on the platform? Waiting for another train That may never come along Waiting for another train That will probably Never find my secret place
As I sit on a broken bench And blow time from a dandelion I hope someone will find me Discover my secret place My secret place
