Night Time Train

 

Brushed shoulders with an angel
Boardin' the night-time train
I knew she was my juliet
For the sake of story we'll call her Jane

Jane sat down in 17b
I hope she saved a seat for me
Walked towards her nervously
"Excuse me miss, is this seat free?"

She smiled and moved her bags away
Gonna take this nice and slow
Thought about asking her to marry me
But decided on hello

Jane's eyes were windows to her soul,
She was used to playing this game.
I wonder how many hearts she stole,
riding this night-time train.

She checked her watch, so I checked mine,
Running out of precious time,
The ticking hands read 10 past 9,
An hour more to make Jane mine.

I said, "What's the point of conversation?
I think I'm in love with you.
And I'm running out of words to say,
But the ones I speak are true.

I know we're perfect strangers,
But we all were from the start,
And one sweet kiss, a moments bliss,
Would heal this bleeding heart."

Jane's eyes were windows to her soul,
She was used to playing this game.
I wonder how many hearts she stole,
riding this night-time train.

We sat in stunned silence,
The train slowed to a stop.
I'd crossed the line of innocence,
My stomach began to drop.

Lined up to leave under hard fluorescent light
We're strangers again, I'm the dog who lost the fight
Barking like made, she's the one with the bite
But she turned, kissed me, grabbed her bags
And disappeared into

The night-time train is bad for my heart
Doc always said I should have quit traveling from the start
I might be insane for thinking it's an art
But one sweet kiss, it healed this bleeding heart