• It's gone.
    The moment is gone.
    And done.
    Nothing you can do
    All is to be done
    Is to sit and wait

    Until the next train comes
    Cause doing nothing
    You will never
    Catch that train now

    It's gone
    Your way home is gone
    Just like the snow white swan
    In the summer time.
    Nothing to do now
    Is to sit and wait.

    Until the next train comes along
    Cause doing nothing
    You shall never
    Catch that train now

    For seeing what was your way home
    And your loved one sits at home and waits
    In a candle lite room
    Waiting for you to come

    But do they know that you've
    missed your train
    The flame of the candle
    Burns
    And makes a puddle of wax

    Placing a carefully
    Exposed ring on the hardwood table

    And your standing in the train station
    Waiting & waiting
    Your loved one blows out,
    the flaming wick of the candle
    Washes up
    Stands at the front window
    Wearing a robe and fuzzy slippers
    Waiting for you.

    The blasted cold, harsh winter winds
    Blusters the snow around
    Until it falls to the ground

    But to where are you.
    It's gently snowing
    And not knowing
    That your love has gone

    To bed
    Fallen asleep
    so safe to keep
    into a deep, deep
    Sleep.

    Finally your train has come
    You get on
    But has fallen asleep
    Mining the fact the ride would
    be 6hrs

    Meeting your love in their dreams.
    6hrs has past
    Your finally back in your home town.
    And just down the road
    Was waiting

    Running to give you a hug and a kiss
    But ran past you
    And completely missed you
    The one, you thought to love is a lie

    Which is worse?
    Knowing that your house empty
    Or
    Knowing that your love is no longer in love with you?