Winter's day
Words we say
Blowing thru the station

And I
Try
To get by

It's like I'm here
Unaware
Of the sad occasion
You tell the man
In the ticket stand
Name of destination
And I
Cry
When you
Say bye

Lonely

Winter's day
Blowing thru the station

Your dark glasses
Sliding down your nose
Now bring these proceedings
To a close

Lonely

Winter's day
Words we say
Blowing thru the station