platform lights reflecting rain
got three minutes to the train
see you standing in my peripheral frame
glancing down looking away
scarf pulled high against the chill
standing there standing still
got a book by your favorite author
i can tell in my hands one as well
and the speaker calls out the delay
service crowds all sigh
but i'm not nervous
just wondering if you heard it too
and what it might be leading to
i don't know your name
but maybe in some other life
we'd share more than just as rain
and the glow of these station lights
but here we stand
feet on the yellow line
lost in thought killing time
two strangers side by side by side
on a transient monday night
maybe you drink black coffee strong
maybe you write forgotten songs
maybe you're exactly where you belong
or maybe everything feels wrong
i make up stories in my mind
a different places different times
a bookshop cafe in the summer shine
where your hand accidentally brush
and the train finally pulls into the station
a quiet kind of devastation
we both step on find a seat
then what if stay here on the street
'cause i don't know your name
but maybe in some other life
we'd share more than just this rain
and the glow of these station lights
but here we sit
windows fog and white
lost in thought fading light
two strangers sad side by side on a transient monday night
maybe in a parallel universe we get off at the same
stop first and you smile and it doesn't hurt
just a star not just a bird
of something of something
platform lights reflecting rain
maybe i'll never know your name
never know your name
