Pacing, thinking, pacing, thinking Waiting, waiting Waiting by the phone that never rings Waiting for the letter That the postman never brings Telling me that you're sorry, that you miss me That I was right, that I was wrong That we could work it out and get along But I'm waiting for the words that never come Sitting smoking in the doorway in dinkytown Waiting patiently for you to come around Thinking if I look hard enough Into each passing face Maybe they'll turn into you Or someone to take your place But the people and days pass And I'm still sitting, thinking Drinking on the platform at the station Drowning my sorrows Waiting for the train to come Having so much fun, wish you were here Cuz its been years since the trains have run And I'm still waiting, waiting, wating Waiting, for the words that never come