The Platform

The Platform

The train is late, I await its arrival
It seems like I’ve been here too long
Alone at the station, on the far side of midnight
Something is desperately wrong

The train should have been here a long time ago
Maybe I got here too soon
I’m way past worry, I’m halfway to panic
Whistling a graveyard tune

I bought a ticket days in advance
Thought I could get a good seat
I’m pacing this stage like an actor in a rage
I’ve worn out the feel of my feet

Where are the someones who need to go somewhere?
Where are the moving machines?
Uptown or downtown, I’ve thrown away my preference
Which way makes no difference to me

I’m cold and lonely, I blow into my hands
I look up and down this old track
I spin around checking for demons or ghosts
Breathing cold air down my back

I’m stuck here forever, whatever it brings
There’s no going onward no more
Confined to this platform with no one to talk to
Hell is a hellava bore

And now I’m an old man, busted and broken
With only regrets to reminisce
Stuck on this platform ‘tween nowhere and nowhere
No one prepared me for this

I’m not a bad man, I’ve done nothing wrong
Nothing worth mentioning now
I need to escape this platform some way
I’ve only to figure out how

The jump is too steep, the fence is too high
The platform is endless both ways
I’m only human, but if I were a bird
I’d surely be flying today

I’m not a bad man, I’ve done nothing wrong
Nothing worth mentioning now
I need to escape this platform someway
I’ve only to figure out how