Four in the morning, Sweat on the glass. Your hand on the railing, I let you pass. One more minute, One more track. You lean in closer, Then you pull back. Your phone keeps flashing, You turn it face down. The kick drops out, We wait for the count. One more minute, One more track. Your train is leaving, You don’t react. Five in the morning, Lights coming on. You take my number, And write it down wrong. Do it again.
