Waiting, waiting all alone,
At the lonely subway station,
Watching the clock count the creeping hours.
Empty souls hurry by to some dreary destination,
No purpose, no life, they are merely existing,
None of them notice the quiet girl standing all alone,
Dark hair blowing back as she watches and waits,
Always waiting for the proper train to bear her away,
Anywhere by here, where dreams shatter underfoot,
Anywhere but this subway station.
Day after day she waits,
Wondering when will the train come for her,
To take her to a place far away,
So she no longer stands alone,
At the lonely subway station.