Time's running out
Now it's my turn
I know how hard he's tried
and every time his elbow
touches mine
I feel a pleasant jolt
but I am petrified
This is my stop
How about you
Once more that gentle smile
And as I see him
pressing down the aisle
and leaving me behind
I have an image in my mind

My head is light
My heart has wings
As in a trance
I grab my things
Please let me through
Please let me off this train
Now that I'm free
That is the film I'd like to see
I'm at the door and I descend

This is the start
This is the end
And he's there
waiting in the rain
only for me
( Seeing me as I am
and who I want to be
that is the miracle )
That is the film I'd like to see

I curse the meek
coward I am
So safe to sit and wait
Biding my time
avoid desicion now
and finding all too often
it's a touch too late
And now I see him walking
past my window
Halting his steps, I knew he would
turning around
A sadness in his face
He looks at me and then
I see the image once again