Tickets

Yours' is over,

and I'm not the one who caught the bouquet

I am nowhere,

but some might say that this is somewhere

Showed up by coincidence,

left no trace, no evidence at all

Denial is my preference

It's better if my conscience doesn't know

Run away, and stay away for quite some time

You'll find me walking on the other side

I have a completely different ticket to ride

I'm skin and bone, waiting on a train

I travel alone

Will we fall in love again? Time will show

No one knows

I'm thinking about the day,

when I'll se you in a subway hall

Will you recognize me,

and will you remember anything at all

And I know it's gonna rain that day

I pray for stormy weather

So I can see you waring my favourite sweater

And there's a seat right

next to me, and it's still not taken

So, come on in, let's talk about it,

and start over again.