I'm riding the overnight train
I got ten tons of luggage
but I left it behind when I came
I look at my watch
it says september seventeen
we're riding through some place
where I've never been
and I'm waving through the window
as we go
somebody says
what are you waving at?
but what do I have to lose?
- somebody might wave back


seven o'clock in the morning
I'm carrying bags under my eyes
been awake all night
counting the hours to sunrise
drawing patterns on a table top
I lift my gaze
my mouth just drops
there's someone waving
in the window at me
and I say Hey there
what you wavin'at?
when he says
well what do I have to lose?
- somebody might wave back