Freedy Johnston - Central Station lyrics

Early morning, Central Station Tears in coffee, things unspoken Dry your eyes on a mended dress Stockings crossed, they do not match I'm bound back home, my father died I won't be back for quite some time On the ceiling of Central Station Not for wishing, those constellations Tired stone, forgotten gla** Weary wood and faded bra** I'm bound back home and you can't go When I'll be back I don't know