Seven o'clock in the morning and i'm riding the overnight train

I've got ten tonnes of luggage but i left it behind when i came

I look at my watch, says september seventeen

We're riding past some place where i've never been

And i'm waving through the window as we go

Somebody says "well, hey, what are you waving at?"

Well what have i got to lose

Somebody might wave back



Seven o'clock in the morning and i'm carrying bags under my eyes

Been awake all night, counting the hours to sunrise

(drawing patterns/beating rhythms) on the tabletop

I lift my gaze and my mouth just dropped

Someone waving in the window at me

And i say "hey there, what are you waving at?"

When he says "what do i have to lose,

Somebody might wave back"

What do i have to lose,

Somebody might wave back


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