As my train pulls out I look back
At the tears falling from her eyes
I came for both goodbyes

Something in her lost expression
Seems to be asking why I go
Funny, even I don't know

I don't know where i'm going to
Or what I'll find
Could it be that I'm waiting for
The girl I left behind?

Now I want to reach my hand out
And wipe the wet tears from her cheek
Touch those lips too scared to speak

But I know there are two directions
To each and every rail road track
Does she know that I'll come back?

Does she know, that I'll come back?

Mmm, Hm-mmm...