seven o'clock in the morning

I'm riding the overnight train

I got ten tons of luggage

but I left it behind when I came

I look at my watch

it says september seventeen

we're riding through some place

where I've never been

and I'm waving through the window

as we go

somebody says

what are you waving at?

but what do I have to lose?

- somebody might wave back





seven o'clock in the morning

I'm carrying bags under my eyes

been awake all night

counting the hours to sunrise

drawing patterns on a table top

I lift my gaze

my mouth just drops

there's someone waving

in the window at me

and I say Hey there

what you wavin'at?

when he says

well what do I have to lose?

- somebody might wave back