As my train pulls out I look back At the tears falling from her eyes How painful ... (???) ... 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...