The night tram swayed beneath the lights, I sat by the window, exhausted after the day. I text you, “Sorry, I'm late again...” Outside the glass, the city lights drift by, And on my phone, there is only silence. Just a few more stations... Just a few more stations home. Just a few more stations, And I'll be there with you. I get off at our stop, Walk up the familiar stairs. The door is open... The apartment is quiet. I walk in and see you. I step closer, wanting to put my arms around you, Whispering, “I'm home, don't be sad...” But you walk right past me, Clutching your phone in your hand. Just a few more stations... Just a few more stations home. I'm right here beside you... But I'm no longer with you. On the table, your phone. And on the screen, the words frozen in place: “I'm already on my way...” The wheels keep pounding inside my head, The lights outside the window fade away. I made it home... But you look straight through me. Just a few more stations... Just a few more stations home. I'm right here beside you... But I'm no longer with you. “I'm already on my way...”
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