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Day turns to twilight on the railway platform
I've been here forever or does it just seem that way?
I sit cold and alone as a new star is born
wondering if I should leave now or should I stay?

It's the waiting that kills me
questions bought; questions sold
knowing the answers
a future foretold

The last time I saw you, you told me a secret
then take yourself off to where I don't know
I heard on the grapevine you lost yourself somewhere
but you're coming home now along with the snow

Trains now and then arrive at the station
lovers and workers alight and go home
my collar is up to keep out the east winds
I wish that time would just leave me alone

Remember in summer, the lakeside, the orchard
the small narrow pathway to the top of the tor
remember that secret, the one I believed in
right now I wonder what's it all for?

The guard tells me the last train has now left for Zion
that there's no point on being here anymore
I nod in agreement, feel for my car keys
and take the longest short walk right out of the door

It's the waiting that kills me
questions bought; questions sold
knowing the answers
a future foretold

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