It´s been hours since I saw you sitting there,
you´re soaking wet from the rain,
but you´re sitting there while watching
the train´s go by,
you´re waiting for the next to come,
will you take the next one?
Are you waiting for someone who will never come?
You´re watching the people leaving and coming,
they are moving, they have a target,
but you´re sitting still.
You´ll never get on a train.
There won´t be someone for you to come.
You don´t mind.
You don´t give a fuck, about the goals of other peoples life.
