Each journey home he watches her
The girl with the silver touch
Not pure enough for golden
Yet she's too lucky for less
But he's not lucky enough for her.
Just another stranger on the tube she thinks
He sees more.
He sees past the polished sheen
Past the surface dreams
He sees what's hidden from her
The beauty of a soul she hardly knows.
And with each bump of the train his heart gives a lurch
For the sadness in her heart
The tears behind her eyes
Then one day she looks up into his eyes
He smiles softly, making her blush
Suddenly she sees it
And he knows she's saved