Did the last train leave the station
I walked upgracefully and stood still for a while,
glance over at a man and began to smile.
He looked familiar I remembered those eyes,
I recall myself telling him their passion didn't lie.
I finally looked away and asked myself
could I be mistaking him for someone else.
Confused and concerned for my gradual clarity
my soul said he was a part of me.
Recollections of complications filled with uncertainty passed my mind,
then stopping to relaize it's been some time.
The dusk began to stroll on in, because
we started out having sex we were never friends.
So now what's left to hold on to, I could walk away
but my heart doesn't want to.
Frustration appeared on the face of this stranger,
feared that his heart was facing danger.
the distance for protection grew further and wider,
the late phone calls became down sliders.
No bags in hand, but our luggae was there,
and the distance made it seem like we no longer cared.
Dramatic error took place, afraid of the possible truth
I think I missed my train, now what do I do?
How do we know if love was meant for me and you?
Were the signals crossed? Did I miss the signs?
I'm used to driving, being a passenger takes some time.
I walked over slowly with a tear in my eye
knowing that this was a man that wouldn't lie.
I asked him quiety, Did the last train leave the station?
Did we reach our destination? Is this all in my head?
Is the passion dead.
He looked up at me and said; I'm waiting on the platform just like you.
There are no other people here, i hope that's a clue.
We glanced at eachother on more time,
my heart truly felt he was mine.
The train rolls in, we looked once more,
he waited until I made it in the door.
When was the last time you were in love he inquired
not knowing his presence my heart had admired.
to love, respect, and support him forever
alld us to take that train ride together.
We are not just lovers we are still becoming friends,
which will see two people through the thickest and thins.
So before you reach a premature destination, find out if
The last train has left the station.
glance over at a man and began to smile.
He looked familiar I remembered those eyes,
I recall myself telling him their passion didn't lie.
I finally looked away and asked myself
could I be mistaking him for someone else.
Confused and concerned for my gradual clarity
my soul said he was a part of me.
Recollections of complications filled with uncertainty passed my mind,
then stopping to relaize it's been some time.
The dusk began to stroll on in, because
we started out having sex we were never friends.
So now what's left to hold on to, I could walk away
but my heart doesn't want to.
Frustration appeared on the face of this stranger,
feared that his heart was facing danger.
the distance for protection grew further and wider,
the late phone calls became down sliders.
No bags in hand, but our luggae was there,
and the distance made it seem like we no longer cared.
Dramatic error took place, afraid of the possible truth
I think I missed my train, now what do I do?
How do we know if love was meant for me and you?
Were the signals crossed? Did I miss the signs?
I'm used to driving, being a passenger takes some time.
I walked over slowly with a tear in my eye
knowing that this was a man that wouldn't lie.
I asked him quiety, Did the last train leave the station?
Did we reach our destination? Is this all in my head?
Is the passion dead.
He looked up at me and said; I'm waiting on the platform just like you.
There are no other people here, i hope that's a clue.
We glanced at eachother on more time,
my heart truly felt he was mine.
The train rolls in, we looked once more,
he waited until I made it in the door.
When was the last time you were in love he inquired
not knowing his presence my heart had admired.
to love, respect, and support him forever
alld us to take that train ride together.
We are not just lovers we are still becoming friends,
which will see two people through the thickest and thins.
So before you reach a premature destination, find out if
The last train has left the station.
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