I'm sitting on a southbound train,

Staring at the sky.

I'm thinking of my childhood

And I'm trying not to cry;

While a stranger sleeps against me,

And it feels like I'm his wife.

The towns and cities flutter past

Like the pages of my life.



My heart is on the baggage-rack,

It's heavy as can be.

I wish that I could find someone

Who would carry it for me;

Just to pay it some attention

And to handle it with care

Because it has been dropped and

Is in need of some repair.



Some things I know, some things I guess.

Some things I wish that I could learn to express,

Like the way that I feel as I stare at the sky,

And I remember your voice, and the sound of goodbye.



Maybe it's the autumn chill,

Maybe it's the rain,

Maybe I could wake the stranger

And ask him his name.

But my eyes, they would betray me,

And my words could not defend.

No, I must learn to wait my turn

Before I love again.



Some things I know, some things I guess.

Some things I wish that I could learn to express,

Like the way that I feel as I stare at the sky,

And I remember your voice, and the sound of goodbye.