What would you say
If I called you to tell you
I was still waiting where you left me
At the station?
And that I chose not to go
Because the noise hurt my ears
And the train moved in the wrong direction?
What would you do
If I asked you
To come back and meet me again?
Because there will be days
When a train that speeds fast
And pulls me away from you
Will not be an option
For me.
