Morning platform, Monday train Paper cup, pouring rain Watch the faces pass me by Nearly missed your goodbye Your silhouette in passing trains Like photographs behind the panes Same station, different day Catch a glimpse, look away Painted lines on concrete Where our footsteps used to meet Time tables tell no lies But I still search the aisles Your silhouette in passing trains Like photographs behind the panes Remember when we'd race to catch the last ride home? Now timing keeps us separate, but so close Moving parallel, never crossing paths While seasons pass, and passes last Platform signs point ahead Words we never said Morning coffee getting cold As the minutes fold Into hours, into days While my heart still stays Your silhouette in passing trains Like photographs behind the panes Standing still While trains move on Standing still While you're gone