Train Home - 77 Bombay Street

In the dark of a trainstation

You were there at the same station

Waiting for the train home

Sitting on the cold wet stairs

With a story you don’t want to share

Waiting for the train home

When I saw you wrapped in your rain coat

I felt connected to your soul, to your soul

You were looking like a rock 'n' roll song

And I wondered where you came from, where you came from

And I remember I saw your face

The most beautiful thing in this place

And when you asked me to come along

I wasn’t sure if it’s right or wrong

I took the train home, woah oh

I took the train home, yeah yeah

A week later in a dusty bar

Still wondering who you are

Waiting for the train home

Woah, then I saw you in a noisy crowd

I couldn’t speak, but my heart beat loud

Waiting for the train home