Hey you, I think it's probably been a week or two Arms crossed beside the vestibule Towards the end of the ride Now I could swear it's you Platformed between the one-to-two That's me behind the residue If you could see me inside Every time I see your face When both our train cars leave the station Someday I'll be there to say goodbye In a crowd of no relation Heading towards a third location I could love you if you'd let me try Guess I was in a mood It's just a kind of verisimilitude That I could use when I'm far from you Towards the end of the ride It's like a centrifuge Flung forth into my avenue Someday if you are traveling through I'll see you there on the line Every time I see your face When both our train cars leave the station Someday I'll be there to say goodbye In a crowd of no relation Heading towards a third location I could love you if you'd let me try